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
Today, June 1, 2019, I sat down to write a post about turning 50 years old. I found this unpublished draft and was amazed at how far I’ve come since 2017, when I began this piece. I’ve decided to publish this, even though it no longer defines where I am, because perhaps others have also … read more
Yesterday my youngest daughter and I went to Tulsa, Oklahoma, the closest “big” city, to shop and for me to sit for the first session of my next tattoo. It was an incredible day with us stumbling upon two unbelievable sales at JC Penney and Ann Taylor Loft. We came away with 13 items for … read more
After two-plus years of instrospective soul-searching, I think I have determined that my heart and mind are ultimately yearning desperately for peace. At the end of every neural pathway, be it trichotillomania, food addiction, shopping, alcohol, spiritual flagellation, or simple control-freakiness, is a sense of relief, be it ever so momentary, from my fear and anxiety. I often equate “peace” … read more
So many wonderful things have happened since I last sat down to write. Its been forever and a day, I know, but its only because I’ve been so busy and, I suppose, content. The 18 month anniversary of the great head-shaving incident is upon us, and amazingly, I am still not pulling out my hair. … read more
It took two doses of Klonopin to get me through that gallery reception. The only thing more terrifying than having my head shaved was standing in the middle of a room surrounded by giant photographs of me having my head shaved The images are beautiful, and if there was another face in those pictures, I’d … read more
On December 13, six months after shaving my head, I wrote about the meditation practice I use to get past the urge to pull out my hair. Step One: Close my eyes Step Two: Breathe Deeply… Little did I know that just one month later this would become a virtually impossible task. My workplace is … read more
