‘I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone, makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no...

In January, my honey noticed that I was watching a lot of TV.  Compulsively and the content of which, I feel comfortable sharing he finds disturbing.  Something needed to be done, and being a man of action, A...

“Seriously, are you making more pickles!?!”  That was the question asked this morning when A.D. saw the crock on the kitchen counter and the mason jars in a neat line. “I am not making more...

The last day of the Mud Art process is really the last days and are repetitive but simple. You can continue your work in just a few minutes each day and be treated to an awesome piece of art at the end of your...

I’m not one for having impossible dreams.  I am often intensely practical, though I do have a soft spot for idealist qualities.  Since I’m not a big dreamer, the prompt from Journal 52 to express...

Welcome to OmniaSubSole! I had a difficult time picking a name for this blog as it seemed that everything that suited me was already sat upon by some company wanting to charge me $10k to buy the name from...

This week’s prompts on Journal 52 are Emulate or Duplicate, and I chose to consider Duplicate as my muse. There are multiple reasons for this, both in art and in life.  Since I think we can see the role...

After a nice mid-morning snack of leftover pot roast, I found I still had a little over a cup of meat left with no more veggies.  Never wanting to waste, I decided to use the meat in a beef and barley soup...