The movement of time

Long ago. 
It was taken from you: the hopefulness, the joy. 
You became a warrior too soon. 
Different groups and still no one felt like home. 

 Armor. 
To protect you from deep hurt. Deeper rage.

 Alone.
Because it was safe and easy.

 Lost.
In your expectation of what should be happening and what is the truth. 

 Immobilized.
From how to move forward with your head up high. 

 Now.
Learning to open your heart to the moment.
to the possibilities.
to the people. 


Collaborative Art



There are times when miss M asks me to come paint with her. I sit at an undersized chair and we create things on her easel. It's currently one of my most favorite activities to share with her. It's relaxing and some of our creations really inspire me.

The other night I came in to find D and her painting together for the first time. It was so cool to watch. These moments make parenting really great.


I didn't get a shot of their creation but here are some of the other pieces our gallery has been displaying this year.





Can You Feel The Love


I'm not a big Valentine's day person. It's a fun holiday but I've never really felt the love; it's more like a processed, contrived emotion to answer the call of social marketing. Though this year, I have felt inspired. I directly attribute it to my designs to make the best sugar cookies around and then camouflage them in the mix of a holiday (more on that later). In any case, I have been prepping for the day for about a week now, which is UBER-proactive for me.

Can you imagine my surprise when I found an old Valentine in one of my dad's yearbooks at Tricia's house? I assumed it was her creation until I looked at it. I think I was in second grade. They matched us up with an eighth grader and we both made a Valentine together. In any case, Trish was stuck with it. I thought the find was well timed with my affinity this year. My favorite part is the little heart house with heart smoke coming out of the chimney.



Happy Valentine's Day!