Plaster of Paris

    We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life In some place within us, there’s a bone that was broken A promise not made Or not fulfilled Each of us has plaster of Paris slathered somewhere Painted over with hopes … Continue readingPlaster of Paris

It’s like magic

We all have that one thing that makes us feel good and makes us happy. For me, it’s music. Music makes me happy. I love good live music because I just feel good. It makes me feel inspired. When I first moved to NJ I was … Continue readingIt’s like magic

Morning Pages and being happy

    For me, there’s a method to it all. People ask me how I can accomplish all that I have going on, and I really have no idea other than the fact that I’m a workaholic. I really am. I work and I work … Continue readingMorning Pages and being happy

June Cleaver Gets a Divorce

        What does June Cleaver do when she gets a divorce? For whom does she bake cakes for, now that Ward is gone? June Cleaver got a divorce. She didn’t want to of course. It is simply the path that the universe … Continue readingJune Cleaver Gets a Divorce

The Perpetual Virgin

  Some of you may know, if you know me personally, that I had been on a dating site. Yes, really. I can’t  believe it either. When I had met my ex-husband, it was before online dating. Before him, the men I’d dated, I met through … Continue readingThe Perpetual Virgin

The thing about heroes

The thing about heroes, is that often, the hero does not feel like one. We define heroes as people who have fought and won a battle of some kind. We look at them, idolize them and see them in this grandeur. But…I do ot think … Continue readingThe thing about heroes

Daisies and Dating – why I think I’m done

So, I made some new art: The daisy image is a lino cut that I made. I’ve been having a lot of fun with these linos lately, as you can see in my shop. I have a few items I’ve listed that I created from … Continue readingDaisies and Dating – why I think I’m done

The louder the cry, the more clear, the choice.

  Would you love me if I’m faded? Would you love me when I’m not new? If I tell you I’ve gotten ugly, face faded into old age, would you love me still? I am not a play thing. I am not a thing to … Continue readingThe louder the cry, the more clear, the choice.

Promises

All the world’s a stage, and I promise-I’ll remember my lines. All the world’s a playground of laughter and cultures and languages I’ve yet to learn, all the world’s this wonderous place, and I promise you tiny pieces of sacred chocolates here and there, scattered … Continue readingPromises

On Simply Being

I love nature. To me, nature is such a source of positive, pure energy and goodness. Nature is not malicious or evil, nor does it intend to hurt you or lie to you. It simply is there to nurture, and provide light energy. I went … Continue readingOn Simply Being