Maybe I’m Just Too Much Woman

To be honest, I blamed myself. I chase. I text. It’s my fault. I’m driving him away. I guess I was so lonely I forgot my own worth. In between lovers I am reminded of how good it is to be alone; to have all … Continue readingMaybe I’m Just Too Much Woman

The method to my madness

There’s a method to my madness, I assure you. It may look like I am a scrambled hot mess by the looks of my desk while I paint, but I promise you I generally know where everything is. Usually. I call it organized chaos. It’s … Continue readingThe method to my madness