...each year, I do it. I light the candle and make a place for you...an outward symbol that your memory is still so alive inside of me. and ...

I have been having this love affair with making earrings lately, and I want to keep each pair I create, but I am hoping there are kindred sp...

This has to be my most favorite flower...and it is growing with wild abandon around the house this year...such intricate beauty in the sim...

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When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When ...

...the last time I lay under a tree and listened to the rustling of its green green hands in the spring breeze. So today, I made a memory a...

I love the way the dappled sunlight falls through the lace curtains... I received my certificate for my membership into the International Ho...

Last night I lay under the stars and in the quiet I felt the breeze, like the soft breath of God wafting over my body and into my ears assur...

This is "Ray", a collaborative piece between my talented husband and myself. We won Honorable Mention at the Buchanan Trash to T...

Today we passed an apple orchard in which the trees were being trimmed row by row by row. It was so sad to see all of the drooping branches ...

....I still wear scarves....always have, even when they are out of style, just because they remind me of you. Did you know that? My fondes...

I've been living in Stephanie Lee's book, "Semiprecious Salvage" for a couple of weeks now...staying up into the wee hours...

Oliver always hangs out at my "creating space" which happens to be the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen. I...

This is my latest piece. It says, "There is no Death." It reminds me that we are eternal...

It has been quite some time since "the book" came out. I have been so busy, I haven't had time to post about it. I feel so hon...

I am somewhere among the folds of red lanterns in Vietnam and in the sound of my mother’s moans as you made love. I linger in the recesses o...

"In the Leaving" was the title of a poem I wrote once but never even finished it or ever began it really, because I could never tr...

This is the latest piece in a series I am doing...I personally love it...made with a vintage dustpan (that has seen better days), heavy wire...

The peaches are never as sweet as they were at Mrs. Hahn’s— among the scents of coffee and aged upholstery and dusty metal blinds and the bl...

My husband says I am his convenience store poet...not a derogatory term really. He likes my poetry because it is usually short and he says h...

This is a short poem I wrote from a word prompt from Poetry Thursday... my elongated face distorted in the chrome reflection of the kitchen ...

I revised this mirror a little bit...I added "Fairest One". I should be sure I am finished before I post!

I can see now beyond the constraints of myself; the potential I always knew i had but never allowed out to play in the light of my spirit. ...

She always knew there was magic in her slippers...

This is a piece I made for my sister and her husband years ago...it says, "Blessed are those whose lives you touch...spirits intertwi...

An assemblage created with Granny Schott's old clock, wire and my paper wings.

This is a holder for photographs that I made. The photographs on it are for example. Any pictures would work well.