Sometimes hours upon hours of internal heart searching and deep, provoking thoughts go into my writing and art. Other times I am simply releasing what has been desperately waiting for me to open the door. This poem was the latter. This week I have been visualizing an art piece to honor my father who passed … read more

This little tree has become the embodiment of social isolation for me. Multiple times per day I find myself walking to the window, coffee cup in hand, staring at her, and contemplating our situation. Yesterday morning was particularly poignant. There she stood, strong and steady, keeping her head above water, all alone. It was a … read more

Unlike many amazing creatives who found their voice during the Covid19 lockdown, I got pretty quiet. After years of working with Marsha Lane Foster, my incredibly talented friend and therapeutic partner in the MyUnraveling project, I found myself with precious little to say. Like so many, I found myself utterly and painfully alone. As I … read more