Recently I decided to open those old journals I had made. I knew there would be heartaches and a fascination with death. I remember the pain, the angst, of teenage and early twenties hell. I recalled one poem that goes with a tune. It’s the music of “Gee, Officer Krupke”…

Story Plot Lesson As I sit here, an ELA class of cute middle schoolers is attempting to learn about story plots. I gave them a lecture about pimples. This pimple story came from my sophomore English teacher. It has stuck with me for almost 50 years. How many of you…

In 1962 I was enrolled in dance, tap dance to be specific. My parents wanted my sister and I to be exposed to the Fine Arts. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it was because my mother had dreamed of being a fashion designer, but that’s only as far as she…

I had never seen a moth this large. No, I take that back. When I lived in north Florida, I saw my first big moths. There were two. They were maybe twenty feet up in a tree. They were huge and a beautiful light green. I found out they were…

There is an unknown code, only shared with our siblings. The oldest child is supposed to be bossy. She, or he, knows more because she’s been on this earth longer, at least for this lifetime. …

Self-Portrait Edit descriptionartmuseum.princeton.edu Oh, how so odd it would be If my hunch on ancestor be wrong An artist, a poet, an art theory writer He stares back from a website page The original over 200 years long. I listen to his history and feel I am he Returned to try it again. …

She was known as good. She hid her evil side, so misunderstood. She tried to be polite to all. She tried to send love to all. She understood love conquers all. But was conquering her aim? She believed all to be equal and the same. They were one, as God. …

Entry July 23, 2023 I was still buzzing last night from the opening of “Absurdity: In Dada We Trust” in Chicago’s Woman Made Gallery. I felt honored to have a piece in the show even though it was a found art piece. Just being there and meeting fellow artists, staff…

“Relax and enjoy the ride,” I tell myself. It’s a quote from some movie or song. But deep down beneath the fear and anxiety, a higher person with a quiet voice says, “Part of that ride IS about the anxiety, excitement, and fear you feel now.” Odd, it seems that…