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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

  • Something Beautiful 

    I have a Dream. I walk by the door of the Gallery, my show is being installed. I can see three small framed portraits being hung, the installers say, “not… Read more

  • MAMA….

    I sit myself next to the kitchen window so I can see when Jack, Fiona, and Alan get home. Alan took them down to the park. They wouldn’t take their nap and… Read more

  • Peace and Chaos

    Birds chirping, chimes making music, Jack and Fiona talking to each other in their locked room, it’s naptime. It’s possible they won’t go to sleep, but I still need my… Read more

  • How to Clean up a broken Jam Jar

    Step one: Yell “FUCK” in a long, slow, low, voice as the strawberry jam jar slips out of my hands and crashes onto the floor. Step Two: Say: “Jack step… Read more

  • I wait patiently until I’m not waiting anymore, I arrive right where I need to be

    “It’s only his bones that are left, a bit of rotting flesh and skin. His brain, his soul, who he was is gone” I say. The smell of dead sea… Read more

  • I’m going to Enjoy living until I die

    I did it! I successfully dropped Jack off for his first day of preschool! It worked out perfect because Fiona didn’t have school today, so she got to “come check… Read more

  • Separation Devastation and The Greatest Day Ever

    “I want Fiona” Jack cries, next to me holding my leg as I wave at the school bus, driving Fiona to Preschool. Fiona gets on the bus happy, greeting her… Read more

  • International Women’s Day

    At first, I’m mad, I’m still mad. The International Women’s Day and Strike is today. I’m mad because I can’t participate. I’m mad because so many women can’t participate. I’m… Read more

  • My Creative Mind

      Quiet. I don’t even want to listen to music right now. I’m in my studio, Monday, March 6th, 2017, 1:46 PM. Babies asleep. I haven’t had a chance to… Read more

  • Three Years Old! 

    How can it be? Three years old today! Angels stop! STOP growing!! Jacks soft little foot rests on mine under the kitchen table. A sweet warm layer forms between our… Read more

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