Barbara Froman's Blog, page 11

Sticks and Stones

The bunny is staying far from that tree limb. It has the right idea. I look at the ground when I walk, not really what you’re supposed to do. Bad posture, alignment, and all that. But I don’t care. During... Continue Reading →

Epiphany

There are those odd moments when stray thoughts coalesce, ideas abandoned as worthless suddenly take on new meaning in a radically different context, suggestions come from the most unlikely places, and the universe hands you a guidebook. Good times. ©2017... Continue Reading →

Words

I have no eloquence. No arguments, so salve to offer. Just a mass of futile longings… …that the next time the CEO of the NRA appears on TV, the pundit or moderator, or “journalist” he is facing will read off... Continue Reading →

The Color of….

It is not rose, Much more like snow that coats each velvet petal, or  dims an apple’s blush, the pear’s suggestive charm. Nor is it fire, for each hypnotic flame dispels the notion once contained, no, more like glass, it... Continue Reading →

Listen up….

This may turn out to be one of those posts I’ll delete later. But for now,  please bear with me: I have to rant. A couple of days ago, I received eight…count them, eight phone calls on my land line... Continue Reading →

Coming to….

  (From Shadows and Ghosts) I returned to New York in August of ‘91 with five hundred dollars to my name (all that was left from the royalties on my surrealism film, money I’d saved while teaching, and a surprisingly... Continue Reading →

Bend down, put your head between your legs….

I lived this. Many readers will not have. The instruction was ridiculous, designed to lull children into thinking they would be protected if they followed a simple instruction: Duck and Cover. Our teachers knew better, and among themselves edited the... Continue Reading →

Nostalgia Bread

This probably should have been a Mother’s Day post, but my head was off on Mother’s Day, drifting to other days and dreaming of date-nut bread sandwiches and comfort. We went on a lot of outings, my mother and I—to... Continue Reading →

Testing, Testing….

I taste everything before I serve it to guests. It’s a necessity since I like to experiment and rarely use a cookbook, except occasionally as a guide to how much of this and how much of that I need to... Continue Reading →

Whimsy (Part II)

Now, it happened that one bright day, when Whimsy was soaring high above the trees, and there were no clouds to shade his glittering form, the sun looked down and saw its face reflected in Whimsy’s sequins. At first, it... Continue Reading →