Bonnie & Clyde

This past weekend was truly momentous. “Bonnie & Clyde” with the Musical Theatre Guild at the Alex Theatre was thrilling! …and such a special way to spend my birthday, with people I admire and respect, playing opposite one of my dearest friends in the world. What a gift!

I developed such a fascination with these criminal characters while delving into their history. Being a fan of poetry, I loved reading all that Bonnie Parker expressed in her poems. She was sensitive and imaginative! She loved art and cinema. I’m certain she would be thrilled by the beauty and glamour Faye Dunaway brought to her story in the famous film.  The artifacts they left behind reveal killers who showed deep feeling and a palpable, passionate love for one another. They were dreamers who took a wrong turn.

These misdirected kids had such talent. Clyde was a musician. His saxophone was found in the car they were ultimately killed in and his guitar was left behind during a police shooting. He asked his mother to recover the guitar from the police. They obviously refused. I love that story because it proves how delusional they were, and also that he loved that guitar.

They could have made beautiful music together. So, I supposed it’s patently appropriate for their story to be sung as a musical. What a wild and gripping tale!

Book by Ivan Menchell     Music by Frank Wildhorn     Lyrics by Don Black

Bonnie & Clyde left a camera behind, full of personal photos.

Bonnie & Clyde left a camera behind, full of personal photos.

Photo by Stan Chandler.

With Willy Collyer as Bonnie and Clyde.
Photo by Stan Chandler.

B&C Newspaper


Will Collyer as Clyde Barrow

Brandon Michael Perkins as Buck Barrow.

Brandon Michael Perkins as Buck Barrow.


The Barrow Gang

Photo by Alan Weston

Photo by Alan Weston

Photos by Alan Weston

Photos by Alan Weston










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Parrot Stew


INGREDIENTS: Carrots, peppers, lemons, onion powder, garlic powder.


If Persnickity the Parrot had her choice of summer stew

She’d choose something sweet and ruddy

with something spicy, too

She’d infuse it with heat from the cuddy

until reaching precisely the hue

of a California Poppy

And call it Parrot Stew.






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Blend dates, almond milk and almond butter.



Add chocolate chips and mix until you’ve reached desired consistency.



Pop in the freezer for a jiffy.


Roll truffles into balls in cocoa powder and place in containers.

Keep in the refrigerator and gift to people you LOVE!

Figgy Butter

Since figs have been forming in overwhelming abundance outside my window, I decided to do some fig fetching with Meredith. It was time to create something special… Figgy Butter has only 4 ingredients and requires no sugar! To be served to charming friends as a side spread or glaze.


A few friendly figs figured it would be fun
to steam in a stew somewhere out of the sun
Twas the friendly figs fate
to meet up for a date
and the dates were not to be outdone
They spun and they spun to a rising boil
Far from their birth where they rose in the soil
The figs and dates knew
That this cinnamon stew
would be quite a fresh brew to uncoil
And so they were blended
Forever intended
to satisfy dimples delight
As their lives were ended
their purpose was tended
to serve a sweet sauce for tonight.

Sliding Pantry

We made a sliding pantry! In an effort to save kitchen space creatively, the sliding pantry came to the rescue! It’s the perfect way to make use of that gap between the wall and the refrigerator. There are a number of ways to build a sliding pantry, but measurements obviously depend on what kind of area you’re looking to fill. The best tutorial can be found HERE on Classy Clutter.


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* By “We made a sliding pantry” I mean that I made my fiancé make it, so it’s basically like we sorta totally kinda made it together, ya know?

Chocovocado Pudding!

Avocados are one my very favorite foods and I buy them in bulk during the summer. If I’m ever worried that they will go bad before being consumed, I make guacamole OR Chocovocado Pudding! It’s a super simple treat to keep in the fridge for dipping and indulging guilt free!

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Glorious Summer



The passion flower is blooming

while it’s vines are gently looming

All the while we are consuming

watermelon and the sun.

It’s fruit we’ll be a’tasting

while we avoid a bee sting

The summer, born for wasting

time and leaving chores undone.

Food and music all are brighter

everybody’s feel in’ lighter

It’s heaven for the writer,

the necessity of fun.


IMG_7778Special thanks to Colin Ebeling for his green thumb and cool hat.

Happy Father’s Day!

I wrote this article last year and felt compelled to share what an inspiration my dad has been to me.

I’m posting it again here in honor of Father’s Day!

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Every little girl adores her father and thinks he is Superman. We’re born loving our fathers, with a pride that he is better and braver than any other man and could absolutely save the world. This certitude will last until a girl is exposed to the harsh reality that all humans are… well, human. Still, while the world relishes the many flaws of mankind, there are men who are setting positive examples, worthy of respect and admiration. As strong women, it is our province to encourage them.At the risk of sounding saccharine and extremely biased, Scott Linton, my dad, is one worth celebrating. I’ve learned that men of his strength and character are almost as rare as those that can fly. Let me explain why he is still Superman to me:He delivers terrific one-liners.

Always take your work seriously. Never take yourself seriously. Seriously.”

Always do more than your fair share and it’s probably just about enough.”

A sentiment passed on from his father, Norman Linton, the town doctor, farmer and husband to Jane Linton for 70 years this year!

The way you do something, is the way you do everything” and he has shown clear examples of integrity at home, in business and in his community.

Superhuman strength.

He may not be literally lifting buildings, but he built his home and business by leading with love.

He started his own firm and developed a successful career based on a reputation for being a man of his word with a strong work-ethic. He viewed ‘making a living’ as ‘making a life’ for our family, habitually using the word “we” when discussing business success. He’d say “We did it girls!” when a great deal came through.

While many of my friends fathers were using their prosperity as an excuse to take time away from their families, my father would celebrate each victory with us by rewarding our group efforts and validating that we’re a team.

As a part of a generation concerned with prenuptial agreements, false public personas and relationships based on status, it’s critical to advocate trust so that we can fully share our lives and build healthy families.

He knows how to deal with the bad guys.

The master combatant uses his X-ray vision to keep things in perspective.

Of course, there are always vultures who mistake kindness for ignorance and seek to take advantage of the good-hearted. In those cases, my father has never sought revenge. “It all belongs to God” he responds with compassion. He sees the disparate life of a con-artist and it confirms that they’re already living a tragedy. He knows that their deeds stem from a lack of love and chooses to pray for them.

He makes small efforts to help the community.

For example, while on a family vacation, a homeless couple asked us for change. Unsure of their intentions, my dad invited them to breakfast with us instead of offering money. I’m skeptical that they were amused by his jokes and stories, but the captive audience provided an opportunity to show his daughters that you can always be charitable without running the risk of enabling a person.

He makes large efforts to help the community.

Inspired to teach and share his business knowledge, he worked with World Vision on a micro-credit project to help women in poverty. He and his friends pooled a large sum of money and donated it to help small groups in Tijuana create their own businesses.

These women are now free from poverty, they enjoy a thriving community, they are doing what they love and providing for their children.

He values and respects the women in his life.

I once asked him “Do you ever wish you had sons?”

He responded without hesitation, “Having daughters has given me such insight into the heart of God that I would never have come to realize without strong women in my life.”

“But what about passing on the Linton name? You’re not concerned about that?”

“Well, maybe if I was concerned with temporal things and my own legacy, but I’m not.”

He has loved my mother for over 36 years, which is probably pretty easy. I mean, without her, he would walk around in mismatched clothes, smelling like Febreze and popcorn.

I said he was like Superman, not perfect.

He promotes and creates safety:

I have always felt grateful that I could tell him anything without judgement. In fact, I think everyone feels that way about him. When I was growing up, our home was the place where all of my friends felt safe to express their thoughts. He treated them as if they were children of his own. He even let friends of mine live with us during troubling times. Our home was open, happy and full of music.

He’s quick to overcome defeat:

A few years ago, he experienced a shocking surf accident off the coast in Del Mar, California. A bull shark tore the bulk of his calf from his leg and he was told he may never walk again. With a DVR full of shark stories and a gnarly lookin’ leg, he kept a positive attitude, saying “Hey, I’ll just have to hop everywhere!”

Miraculously, the calf began to grow back and he was surfing again within five weeks!

I won’t dispute if you just want to call him insane, but I find it inspiring. In his sixties, he still surfs because “What are the chances of it happening again?” How’s that for superspeed healing? No one is going to keep this man from having a good time!

Now that I’m a grown woman, I realize my father is not Superman. He is far greater. He would do anything for the women in his life. We know that he is only human, dealing with scarier issues than kryptonite, and he consistently chooses goodness. Anyone who has ever known him would testify that he makes every effort to improve the lives of those around him. It’s so important to support the men in our lives and celebrate examples of excellence.Let it be known that we respect, love and trust them.Thank you, Dad, for your remarkable example. I love you.

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Hungarian Parable by Útmutató a Léleknek

In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other:
“Do you believe in life after delivery?”

The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”

“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”

The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”

The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”

The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”

“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”

The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now? ”

The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”

Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”

To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”

Little Lip Tins

IMG_4573While an upscale lip balm can cost up to $30 a pop, our lipstick at the bottom of the tube has been going to waste.  I recently cleaned out 3 tubes and combined the colors into an antique lil pot that had been killing time in my accessory drawer. I love the combined color and unique feel of my personal lip pallet to keep in my purse.

A Very G’Night


Stumbling through the back of this day

Our souls lids are growing weary

We shall rest in each other’s way

Your colorful kiss revives the dreary

Take my hand and take my time

I give it freely

I let loose to you all that is mine

What’s mine is yours, really

Stay. In our dreams we’ll have a holiday.



 **Is it rude to take pictures of strangers kissing? I assumed they wouldn’t mind.

Folks who are kissing don’t care about what they’re missing and happy dears are kind. **


Desert Snow



While roaming through the springs
I viewed a rare sight
Goes to show we don’t know things
to be fully black or white
But all love I will exert upon you before you go
And long after the desert turns white with snow

Pink Priscilla

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The liquor store had kept

Pink Priscilla as a pet

to draw folks to the store

She found them entertaining

Until they became draining

and the green box lady was a bore

As time went on

it was clear she was a pawn

Didn’t feel like entertaining anymore.

When they sensed in her restraint

They turned her into paint

So she’ll always be outside the delivery door.


Susan’s Lament


He surrounds himself with glib distractions, traveling alone

Says he wants to build a life but cannot find a home

Can’t forgive the father that he wanted to admire

Now, any woman close to him will be burned by his fire.

Unaware of shallow lies

He meant not what he said

He seldom laughs and never cries

He walks amog the dead.

And though I feel the painful pinch

of what I feel I’ve lost

To pay the price to build a king

my spirit it would cost.

And now I’m back to loving who I was and who I am

After lending the part that once fed my heart

to the hand of a mere man.

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This was the last night

she’d ever make him dinner

Someone else’s cooking was making him fatter

while she was getting thinner.

Puppy Love


She’d give anything up for her little pup

“Anything,” she said.

But when he started caving to his ultimate craving,

he ate her arms and head.



Parrot Stew

INGREDIENTS: Carrots, peppers, lemons, onion powder, garlic powder.   If Persnickity the Parrot had her choice of summer stew She’d choose something sweet and ruddy with something spicy, too She’d infuse it with heat from the cuddy until reaching precisely the hue of a California Poppy And call it Parrot Stew. ©2015



INGREDIENTS: Dates, almond milk, almond butter, chocolate chips, cocoa. Blend dates, almond milk and almond butter.   Add chocolate chips and mix until you’ve reached desired consistency.   Pop in the freezer for a jiffy. Roll truffles into balls in cocoa powder and place in containers. Keep in the refrigerator and gift to people you…

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