by Carla Joy | Jun 15, 2026 | Blog, Prose
Musings on Artistic Legacy Why do so many artists die forgotten, penniless and destitute, only to be “discovered” and uncovered years afterwards, the value of their art only becoming visible and noticeable by the judgement of time? I recently learned about such a...
by Carla Joy | Oct 1, 2020 | Archives, Prose
When my love makes 40 clove garlic chicken, he goes to the grocery store and carefully selects garlic heads that are firm and not blemished. He also buys elephant garlic, for it has an even milder flavor than regular garlic. It also has larger cloves, so he doesn’t...
by Carla Joy | Apr 16, 2018 | Archives, Prose
The first day we moved into our house on a tree-lined street in the sun-kissed town of Pasadena, California, a young girl appeared at our door. She had round, apple cheeks and a gap between her front teeth that matched her wide open smile. “Hi! I’m Anita....
by Carla Joy | Apr 11, 2018 | Archives, Prose
I have been blessed with wonderful girlfriends at every stage of my life. The next few posts, I am going to describe these laides and share how they influenced my life. Sandi Howie I met Sandi as a little girl in “First Form” (kindergarten) while my family lived in...
by Carla Joy | Mar 3, 2018 | Archives, Prose
A Hidden Gem Today I subbed for a 5th grade class at a small school nestled in a low-income neighborhood on the south east part of town. Stray dogs wandered the streets as I pulled into the parking lot. There were no painted murals of mascots on the gray, cement...
by Carla Joy | Feb 18, 2018 | Archives, Prose
I just came across this article from Reader’s Digest that describes one teacher’s ingenious practice to identify and treat the lost and lonely children in her class. After my belly-aching about teachers who don’t do their job, I thought it only...
