A flower for you my dearA flower for you my dear It just fell from the sky Flattened A dream that has faded But still a beautiful reminder of you Full of...
Playbills & My MomMy mom loved theatre, #playbills, and all things NYC. When she passed away I took all of her boxes of playbills. They sat in the garage...
PotentialHave you ever felt excited about the potential of something new? When the new is just not there yet? Art making is a beautiful and safe...
The Art’s Not an AfterthoughtI've been connected to the idea, the potential of arts in medicine, dating back 20 years ago. I volunteered with UF's Shands Arts in...
When it Feels Scary to JumpIt's that recurring story, like the recurring truth, that played out a few years ago. I often share the memory of me front and center...
Lost in the EvergladesThis post resonates strongly as does Tori Amos's song Parasol "I stare at the wall knowing on the other side. The storm that waits for...
The Day I Shaved My HeadI've been a teaching artist for 17 years now and I am shifting towards online teaching so that I can be home with my family. I'm also a...