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  • This Is 55

    After My First Mountain  There is nothing to do except brace myself.  It’s so cold.  I’m so sick of this wind.  It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more

  • Fruition : the point at which a plan or project is realized

    Sunday I bring my work to the Fourth Wall Gallery! I am looking forward to seeing all my pieces for “Never Enough Time” in a beautiful Gallery. Strange how time… Read more

  • Never Enough Time, One Year Ago it Began

    A windy fall afternoon, the ground adorned with large light tan fig leaves with rusty tops. Pink and magenta bougainvillea leaves, wispy sticks and thick sticks. Deep red wine. Long… Read more

  • Women, Are We Our Own Worst Enemies?

    Why would a woman tell another woman she shouldn’t have kids because it will ruin her life, ruin her art career, ruin her body, take away all her freedoms? It… Read more

  • Never Enough Time

    Mom will you drive me to school and pick me up today?” Fiona, age 3″No, today is my studio day” Me “Why do you have to go to the studio?… Read more

  • The BOOK is ALIVE and Kickin

    Yes, it is. And BETTER than ever. Its DAMN hard work writing and Self Publishing! Im gonna take a hot bath, but i LOVE MY BOOK, the content is exactly… Read more

  • No Nap Time Paintings Book, This year anyhow

    I recieved my paperback copy of my book , Nap Time Paintings yesterday. I am totally dissapointed. It looks like a cheap overpriced magazine. It was marketed to me as… Read more

  • Crunchy Blue Blue and The Early Riser

    “It’s better when it’s crunchy” says Jack. He pulls his, now murky blue teddie  through his legs, positions it like a loin cloth. It’s his special thing, his favorite crunchy thing… Read more

  • Foot Troubles

    My book is listed under parenting right now. That’s not what I intended. I said MOTHERHOOD and FINE ARTS AND CREATIVITY. I just panicked over this and ran to my… Read more

  • Humming Birds and Blue Skies

    The freeway rumbles, birds sing, thick cob webs connect, catch light on the deck railing. Jack watches a movie and I ponder, how can I reduce the piles of paper,… Read more

  • Serious Artist

    “Don’t have kids” I was told. “You can’t be a serious artist and have kids”. My legs got weak. My friend said the teacher of the art class and she… Read more

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