I see it every day among my friends and family on social media. Division. Us vs. them. Outright hatred. It is so disheartening to see such vitriol leveled against people we don’t even know. It all seems so pointless.…
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Once upon a time, I was one of those girls. Saturdays were for shopping. Fashion magazines were poured over. Hours were spent pursuing just the right pair of shoes. Rinse and repeat. For years. Now don’t get me wrong,…
This is my first blog post since my mom left this earth. It has been seventeen days. We were lucky in that we had time to prepare, time to say goodbye, but it still doesn’t seem real. I can…
Beauty is often found in its purest form– a hidden waterfall, the smiling face of a child, the soft wrinkles of a grandmother’s hand. But other times, perfection is manufactured and beauty hides a darker truth. In his ColorSafe…
Aging is not for the faint of heart. Now that I’m truly and well into my, ahem, forties(!!), I know this to be true. Metabolism is no longer my friend and each day seems to bring a new grey…
With the advent of Memorial Day last week, full blown summer is just around the corner. It seems like we never outgrow that old “schools out” feeling of the summer months! We want to linger a little longer, explore, leave…
Happy Memorial Day to all the US Artsies out there! And happy Monday to everyone else! Considering today’s holiday, the What It’s Worth series by Wisconsin artist Mackenzie Reynolds, which explores the visual memories lost from one generation to…
When you’re hurting, the color seems to go out a bit from the world. Having just spent the two weeks by my mom’s side, watching her struggle against a body that is failing, witnessing her spirit soar in one…
Sometimes the world we enter when our eyes close at night is a bit scary, a bit malevolent. But often I find myself in a place that is one part memory, one part fantasy. The paintings of San Francisco…
Growing up in Florida, we spent a lot of summer days at the beach. It’s just what you did. My favorite thing about beach days was the way it felt when we left the sand and surf behind. Salty…