Sitting in my therapist’s office last month, talking about how much I like the newest medication in my cocktail, how few side effects there are, and how good I feel, I tossed in, “best of all, my eyes are no longer bloodshot! That’s an awesome side effect.” I started telling[Read more]

I’ve always been a late bloomer. Among other things, I married later than my peers, had children later than my peers, and spent a longer time than most searching for my niche in the work world. Since turning 50 a couple of years ago, I’ve tried to draw comfort from[Read more]

I’m well aware my business plan is deeply flawed. In fact, I’m not sure you could even call it a business plan, since it’s nothing more than “If I made it, I’ll sell it.” My inner critic says, “anyone could make what you make and no one will pay what[Read more]

Have nothing in your home you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful. William Morris Allow me to introduce my new love: textiles by William Morris (my favorite is posted above). I stumbled onto images of his textiles, then learned he’s credited with founding the Arts[Read more]

My favorite children’s book is Joseph Had a Little Overcoat, by Simms Taback. It’s an upcycler’s bible, showing how someone found a way to get use out of every last bit of something – in this instance his coat, which then becomes a jacket, then a vest, and so on,[Read more]

I don’t recall exactly when I discovered the gift of painting with a dirty brush, but it’s all I do now (when I paint). It’s one of the many drawbacks to being self-taught – I learn mostly by trial and error, and pure chance. I must have been distracted and[Read more]