img_0824Bernadette loves taking care of the garden, watching and playing in the rain to see her plants grow. When she wanted to learn piano, she taught herself. The sound of her music is like gentle rain. Since she began playing for her hydrangeas, their color is infinitely more vibrant than without the music. Her favorite color is orange! But purple matters, too: if it’s springtime and you can’t find her, she’s probably playing hide and seek with the hollyhocks or harvesting violets to make her favorite cake. Wait until you taste it!

(Bernadette will grace the silent auction at the Antioch School Gala!  To read more about the event, check out Rebecca’s blog post.)



Bernadette, on her way to the Antioch School Auction Gala!


Una (The One Who Knows)

When Una was born, the tender green fiddleheads uncurled their scrolls to greet her. Though still young, she has searched across seasons for a simple way to feed more monkeys. Her sources of nourishment continue to expand. This is her gift to the world. Like the bones of hope that emerge each spring, Una knows the living-dying-living cycle is unceasing, and wondrous.  (Una will be up for auction at the Antioch School Gala.  For more information about this event, and this wonderful school, click here.)

The monkeys at CMCD

Here is a photo of the monkeys in the Emergency Department at the Childrens’ Medical Center of Dayton.  The poem hangs on the wall beside them.  Our family recently had cause to visit and be helped by the CMCD and it was so nice to have all the wonderful, kid-friendly art there.  And the staff were wonderful.

This poem accompanies the monkeys

The monkeys of Sanity Creek cheer children in the ER


Although Leopold, departmental supervisor, is one of the busiest monkeys at Sanity Creek, he is always dapper and ever-so-charming.  He has raised the bureaucratic arts to an unattainable level, not merely due to the impressive height of his new desk.  Papers and reports fly over the surface of his mind: to watch him in the archives is to watch a painter’s strokes, or a conductor’s baton

After witnessing the beauty of Leopold’s artistry, never again will the monkeys belittle office work.  Without Leopold, we would be lost.