The Seeds of Weeds

This is a love note. These loves — from childhood to now, boys and girls, men and women — have pulled from me the ugliest and most beautiful parts. All that I’ve longed for, they have gifted to me, by coming just as they are. In chronological order: a ...

These Tides

During this time of extreme duality — tremendous compassion and overwhelming fear, surrender to nature and tight regulation, the retreat inward and the escape into cyber space — I continue to find myself at my loom. On those days when each fleck of dull ...

Growth against the odds

The wildflowers are just popping up in this high mountain dessert, on a small hillside in the center of town, not yet touched by a bulldozer. Tiny reminders of growth against the odds. Between the moments of this pandemic’s expanded space, we can choose ...

Remembrance

“Remembrance”, acrylic & gold leaf on canvas, left-hand & broken finger painting, for silent domestic violence awareness & auction.…Aggression is inherited. It pulses through my veins — remnants of my ancestors and seeds from my ...

An Anniversary

Mama kept her bedroom curtains open so that in the morning she would be woken by the sun. She would point the foot of her bed toward the east-facing widow when possible. She would drink her tea in the warmth of the sun rays, and plan her work schedule ...