Life has been exceptionally rough lately. The thing I have dreaded for decades is happening: my godmother Bobbie, my chief artist inspiration, is dying. I can best describe her as an expressionist painter and sculptor, a folksier, heavy set Georgia O’Keeffe with a long white braid and always wearing a hat, and a woman who…
When I was a kid, the first thing I ever wanted to be was an astronaut. Well, technically, the first thing I wanted to be was a cat, but when, at the age of 2, I ordered “French fries and Little Friskies” at a restaurant, my parents freaked out, and my feline dreams fell aside….
I remember in elementary school, the awe and anticipation tinged with uncertainty as the teachers would pass out the Scholastic Books printed forms from which to choose books. I remember wondering how books came to be on the forms. Who got to choose them? Are these books on the list all there are? The only…
I was deeply saddened when David Bowie died earlier this year and thought nostalgically of the many hours I spent listening and dancing to his album, Let’s Dance, in the 80’s. The day I learned of Prince’s untimely death, I got the wind knocked out of me. In recent years I’ve been less likely to…
Ok, yes, I admit it: I have a little problem with perfectionism. In fact, sometimes it gets so overwhelming that I realize I’m berating myself for not having a better handle on my perfectionism problem. The good news is that my determination for things to always work pushes my creative problem solving skills to their…
After over 17 years of living in my house, I saw it from the other side. Literally. My husband and I sat around a fire pit at our neighbors’ house across the street. It was the first time I’d ever been to a purely social event at a neighbor’s. When the topic of what I…
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