Here’s another thing you’ll have to explain to me… Hair has become the new art medium. I understood why Tom Hanks used his hair to weave a rope in The Castaway , but why…. Are people using their hair to … Continue reading
There is a gumpy little saying cruising the internet. It’s all over facebook, adorned with rainbows or kittens. To be a rebel, I’m attaching my saddle oxfords to it…or I would if I had any. First…the saying. If you are … Continue reading
While doing research , I ran across an old black and white magazine ad for SPAM. In the Hormel line-up was Tongue Spam. Unfortunately, I can’t find the ad again in the internet maze, but it brought back a shadowy … Continue reading
Many of the readers of Before Morning Breaks are folks who’ve tromped the by-ways and vine-littered trails of life. The souvenirs they’ve picked up along their illustrious and rock-an-a-hard-place journeys are gemstones of stories and wisdom. So when you ask … Continue reading
It’s Monday. Time to slip on your hot flash jacket, and head back to work. Like a female pine cone squeezing its scales with humidity, (yes, pine cones have gender) fabric woven with chemistry and British voodoo will react to … Continue reading
There’s a story behind the Two Pan’s Needles, Dogs, and Secrets posted last week. It surprised the woofers out of me to discover that sewing needles were a precious commodity in the newly opened Western territories. It was easier to … Continue reading
Ha! Years ago, we caught the ol’ gal when she smacked into a window. Shaky from a sugar high, she was lurking. Waiting to snag a loose tooth and be on her way. Instead, Dallas Cowboy Fan and I wrestled … Continue reading
I like to stand outside on moonlit nights and watch the skies. When there isn’t a full moon, and I’m not looking for elves and werewolves, I enjoy guessing the time of night by the position of the constellations. Because … Continue reading
It takes all summer to squeeze a tomato out of bush here in Oregon. I’m hoping for an Indian summer, but without it…so long mater crop. Picking blackberries growing in matted, skyscraping mounds along most roads in Oregon is a … Continue reading
I'm Barb. I write about change. Those niggling alterations that creep into our lives until we laugh at ourselves. And if you don't think change is funny, pull out your high school year book and give it a look-see. Check out "About" in the header if you want to know more.
