Do you ever wonder what it’s like behind the scenes — or better put, behind the screen? Our world is highly curated. We open our phones and tend to see visuals — from ads to personal posts, that look idyllic. As an artist, and a trained art historian, I’m always curious about the lives of[…]

It’s not for the gram…I’ll tell you that. Why do we create? Why do we make art? Why do we feel the urge to keep producing idea after idea? Sometimes, these questions come up in my sessions and it often is out of frustration. Have you ever heard yourself saying: if I only could be free[…]

I make art. I talk about the creative process as a way to know yourself. The things I do and teach fall into the self growth/self improvement industry. And here’s something I’ve noticed, something that drives me absolutely bonkers. You’re on the path to knowing yourself. You grow, you cry, you change. You come to[…]

There’s nothing wrong with giving. Yet, it’s a trait we take on – one that morphs into sacrifice and martyrdom quickly – especially as parents. We live in an interesting time to be parents, to be so aware of the psychological influence we have on our children. As written in this NYT article, you don’t[…]

Let’s talk about death. We live in a culture where death seems like the worst thing that can happen to you. And I get it, I don’t want to die. I hurt when those I love die. But…death is something no one has ever escaped. The other day I picked up a children’s book that[…]

This is an expanded version of a popular post I did on instagram recently. The woman in the vinegar bottle. Y’all know that tale? It goes like this:  A woman lived in a vinegar bottle and was unhappy with her circumstances. (Don’t blame you, sister.) She asked for a bigger house. A cottage with space.[…]

As I write this, I’m using my hands and not truly thinking about how much they’re feeling, sensing, and creating. When I really step back, I realize: my hands are amazing. Yet, they often get overused and under nourished. Can you relate that under nourished feeling to any other part of your life or body[…]

My bio line used to read something like this: I’m an artist, wife, daughter sister, writer, art history lover, retired archivist, birth doula, vegetarian, and facilitator. My bio line used to read something like this: I’m an artist, wife, daughter sister, writer, art history lover, retired archivist, birth doula, vegetarian, and facilitator.  While all that[…]

My womb was sliced open. No matter what happens in my life this bodily event is true. My soul healing of this wound has been as deep as the layers of my skin/muscle/organs that were sewn back together. I’ve spent the last few days in a huge body image slump. It’s been so icky I’ve been[…]