Art & Writing
Looking back on the last year, there’s no doubt 2020 brought tough challenges. Those challenges were unique to each one of us. I’ll be the first to admit I struggled in the chaos — my own writing and aurora chasing nearly came to a halt. But in the midst of it all, we kept going….
Over time, I’ve found a love for short stories. A writer can pack a lot of meaning and symbolism into these small pieces, which simultaneously devastate, enlighten and inspire.
It’s time. I’m excited to share that I’ve relaunched my blog! This time, the writing will explore new topics, relate new adventures, and even offer creative advice.
“I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” — Anaïs Nin Art…
After submitting to a gallery, I’m excited to share that several of my paintings were selected for exhibition and publication!
Setting comes alive in my stories, leading characters on a journey and becoming a character of its own. Here are a few short stories that capture the power of place: Relic in a Bottle — magical realism entwines a museum The Only Violet Stone — a city floods with memories For more, visit Writing
From an ancient Greek goddess to a ground-breaking immigrant astronomer, women, both fictional and real, have lent their lives to the discovery of galaxies.
A new project is taking shape, and I’m honored that so many people are a part of it! The Social Gap Experiment is an effort to find out whether social media truly connects us or brings us farther apart.
The mirror moment marks that unmistakable point in time when we take the courage to step up to our own destiny, and declare “I got this.”
Want to know the truth? I left journalism because I couldn’t write another obituary. Aside from the long hours, the low pay, and the high mileage logs, I was done writing copy for Page A6. That’s the right page, isn’t it? The Obituaries. In my time as a journalist, each day brought exciting new adventures….
I wasn’t born yesterday. And I’m learning to recognize the wounds that make a woman or a man less than whole.
An eternal optimist, I try to make the best of things. But every pandemic summer has its days.
The gloves came off. I removed the mask. And I bared myself to the hemlock trees. Unfiltered.
As the world continues to change in the midst of a global pandemic, I find myself writing more poetry than anything else. Sometimes I struggle to write a full poem, so I started taking notes. Follow the hashtag on social media!
If you want to stir things up, join me for a social distancing experiment! Expect a bit of comedy, confessions, commiserating, conversation and creativity.
Written in 2005, this poem was born out of romantic love. Perhaps it holds new meaning in 2020.
