Being Mortal, myself

This holiday season has been a reminder that I am, indeed, mortal. On the evening of Thursday, December 6, as we were finishing dinner, my nose began to drip. Loading up on Emergence-C and mucinex, I went to bed early. I blasted the humidifier and said a prayer or two. Friday as we drove to Cape Cod to celebrate our son’s birthday I believed a cold had been averted. But not so.

FIONA HORNINGJanuary 29, 2019

What to do with an unsatisfying painting? Do something radical!

I hated this painting so I’m doing something radical with it.

FIONA HORNINGJanuary 15, 2019

How to Say Goodbye

When it comes to being a parent there are times when I feel utterly powerless. And as my “children” become “emerging adults” (not even “young adults” anymore) my feeling of redundancy is even more intense.

FIONA HORNINGNovember 19, 2018