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  • The Good Luck

    Focus on the good luck The rocket lands in the ocean By sheer luck nothing catches on fire this weekend, We are healthy- alive- under quiet dry skies, Birds chirp,… Read more

  • The circle of truth

    Everything I’ve done up until now has been about pregnancy: wanted and unwanted. It’s been about deep, dark, secrets. The kind in my dreams: I’m climbing up a dirt tunnel, fingers… Read more

  • Stinks Like Last Nights Fish Dinner

    I can’t wait to get to the studio! I’m almost there, tomorrow! I can feel myself standing in front of a piece of blank paper, mixed up some paint, paint… Read more

  • Beginnings of a Back Story

    “Will I ever have kids?” I sat and wondered under this same December sky I sit under today. Light yellow mustard leaves, lime green, purple sage, blue sky with a… Read more

  • All my Dreams Came True

    A fly just walked across the window pane. It’s 2:32pm and feels like 5 or 6 pm. Jack jumps naked from the couch to the chair, chair to couch while… Read more

  • The Christmas Blues

     Take one daily. That’s what the directions say. I follow them closely and read all the warnings. But the seasons creep up on me, out of the blue. I can’t… Read more

  • White Moths and Evergreens

    A cold night made way for a sunny day. Tiny white moths flutter around in the glimmer December sunlight. The sycamore trees bare branches reveal themselves, scattered yellow and brown… Read more

  • Reflections, Never Enough Time.

    Break something, instead of “break a leg”. That is my motto. Yesterday- A glass and a painting- fall, crack turn into a new form, unusable. This happens right before my… Read more

  • I am Thankful

    Studio today. Cold at first, remnants from the making of my recent show, ghosts of pastel, charcoal, paint, frags, worked on new pieces, worked on new notebook pages, curated a… Read more

  • Need Seed Money!

    It’s a windy, rainy Sunday morning, the ground is covered in orange, sky grey. I am missing my studio, it’s been two weeks since I’ve worked in there. I’ve been… Read more

  • Skinned up in November

    I can hear again. Airplanes in the cool dark November sky, humming birds starting to quiet down, there chirps become quiet and less frequent. Kids play with a basketball at… Read more

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