Category: being a mom and an artist

Lost words, When the sounds that roll out of a mouth disappear into the ether, Vocabulary disappears, I have no idea what you are saying to me, This is what I think in my mind. I stand there. I wait for something to change. For the words to be understood, For the speaker to give […]

A dark, cold cloud hovers in the sky. As children swim in an empty pool. Waves crash, With a looming shadow on ocean surface, Fiona is building her confidence in the water. Today they both catch air. Over and over. I told my kids I wasn’t going to swim today. No way. As I type […]

I’m a parent. I’m an artist. I’m an activist. I’m working on many projects and am trying to streamline, so I’m going to start brainstorming.  The weather is strange today. Windy, rainy, late May. Cold, suprisingly cold. I want to be a creative activist. I have several areas of focus. My medium is visual art, […]

Yesterday I got a shot of fresh depression. I was tired in the morning, but I went to yoga after drop off, and felt like I could have a productive, healthy day. I decided to print out all the e-mails I’ve sent the school District. I am starting my IEP file for Fiona. When I […]