My voice is my pictures, spoken with my pencil, my ideas , thoughts and beliefs spilling wildly over my paper, creating and forming and bringing something, and more often someone  back to life.

Letting go of your kids Today with millions (maybe thousands) of other parents across new England , I sent my two teenagers off to the first day of school, although I didn't really send them, they just go now. And I exhaled. Many years ago I would be anxious sending them off, now I rest. … Continue reading saying goodbye to summer

Oh those words. I have such a bitter sweet feeling when the spin instructor says that. because riding the bike from the saddle is just harder and it burns. As hard as it is,  what I realize when I'm pushing the limits of physical endurance is this:  I am thirsty.  I drink a lot of … Continue reading Back in the Saddle…

My Father has decided to sell our family home; the house of our childhood, my cocoon. I’m at the time in life where adult children witness parents moving on.

Writing for me is a necessity. Each day I must engage in the process of writing in order to yoke my thoughts, tire my intuitions , gather up all my loose ends and ride the powerful insights to purpose and production. If i let my thoughts go without taming them i risk injury. When I … Continue reading Bridled Horses

I realized that those having life in them desire life beside them. Life attracts life.