On 8 Wings and a Prayer.

On 8 Wings and a Prayer.

I miss my Mommy. (I guess pandemics have a way of doing that.) So, on this 4th year without her, instead of just lighting a candle in her honor, I said this little prayer: “Dear Mom, could you please give me a sign that you’re with me? I wish it could be a...
This story is a little woo-woo.

This story is a little woo-woo.

The way I see it, with all the woe in the world, we can all use some more woo. So here goes: On March 19th, I took part in an on-line Global Meditation. Just when we were guided into our hearts, I felt something crawling on my right hand. When I opened my eyes, there...
What Dream Is Growing In Your Muck?

What Dream Is Growing In Your Muck?

For two years, while my paintings hung on the bulletin board of my studio, I kept imagining them on the walls of a beautiful all-white art gallery. Even though I was stuck in the tearful, fearful muck of Publishing Hell, I kept picturing the magic of someday having an...