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Posted in my own, thoughts on March 20, 2008 by littlebighead

insomnia last night…left to think, wonder and dream…i want to have a tea business, i really do…

black frame at sea..

Posted in craft, my own, photos on March 17, 2008 by littlebighead

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my ‘custom’ frame i made…

a drawing for bubelah…

Posted in bubelah, illustrations, my own, photos on March 17, 2008 by littlebighead

my first quill pen an ink drawing i did for my little bubelah, waiting to be framed, sits between our black cat dolls, hala and poe…

a maternal family portrait.

Posted in family, illustrations, littlebighead, my own on March 10, 2008 by littlebighead

three generations...

a bit of a piece i made for my mom…it’s her, myself and natalie…

Posted in bubelah, my own, photos, trees on November 16, 2007 by littlebighead

 (look closely, my bubelah is at the bottom right hand corner)

Posted in my own, photos, trees on October 9, 2007 by littlebighead

Posted in my own, photos, trees on October 3, 2007 by littlebighead

a photo frame.

Posted in bubelah, craft, illustrations, my own, photos on August 3, 2007 by littlebighead
i made this a few months ago. it’s a tin can converted into a travel photo frame of my daughter.

outside...

the polar bear with the bubelah banner is the front. the octopus is the back.

inside...

this is the inside.

soda tea

Posted in bubelah, my own, poetry on June 12, 2007 by littlebighead
her bathtub is filled
with bubbles and laughter
and a few toys afloat
she plays make-believe
making soda tea inside her porcelain boat
and all i wish for
is that it will last forever
or as long as it can be

her hair is curled and tangled
her nails freshly painted white
and she’s humming while playing
a wooden flute with all her vocal might
and all i wish for
is that this will last forever
or as long as it can be…

olives and tostones, part I

Posted in bubelah, my own, poetry on November 3, 2006 by littlebighead

she wants olives and tostones
she says they’re her favorite things
i’m happy to comply
’cause i know it makes her heart sing
she wants to go outside now
bring out her kite to watch it soar
her face is filled with laughter
and mine is filled with what i adore