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.
The gloves came off. I removed the mask. And I bared myself to the hemlock trees. Unfiltered.
Grief is such a poignant emotion. It has a particularly profound impact when the world grieves collectively, as entire communities endure tragic or unexpected loss. The month of April marked a difficult time for us.
A butterfly is at first only a caterpillar. It is through metamorphosis — the transformation inside her silky cocoon — that the caterpillar gets its wings.
Mauve Memories Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 12
Winds of ChangeAcrylic on canvas, 24 x 12
Guardian’s Angels Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 12
Awakening Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 12 Update: Exhibited at Minneapolis Central Library
Facing the Dawn Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 12