Category: being a mom and an artist

Todays a family sick day. Jack and Fiona, my four-year-old twins, are playing in the yard, naked. I can hear them laugh and talk, get along. “I’ll be right here, sitting in the shade” I say. I flip over the lounge chair cushion. Dark blue, non-faded, no oak leaves sticking their tiny thorns in, like […]

I wrote a chapter today for my new novel. When I went back and re-read it I started crying, it is a sad, tragic story, about when I got pregnant at fifteen years old. I’ve been writing and re-writing this story for years. I had to question why am I writing this story? Why am […]