What in the hell would I do, on those days when my head spins and spins with shit I can’t control, without art to distract me? I would definitely be on lock down somewhere, just sayin’. It’s also a good reminder. We can thank God for our creativity on the days when we can’t find… Read More
Being the first born child sucks ass! Not only did I arrange for my Dad’s cremation today, I was also appointed as planner of his Celebration of Life and also as writer of his obituary. I only recorded it so that I could type it quickly without looking back-and-forth at my little piece of paper.… Read More
On the evening of my dad’s death, I was drawing. I was practicing facial expressions, like I do every night, and I usually throw them away, but this night was different. What I drew on this night reminded me of what I gave my dad for Father’s Day last year… it had similar faces, but… Read More
My dad has been in ICU for a week now. He has to a have a defibrillater implanted into his heart tomorrow morning, while his blood pressure stays at a very low rate. I’m worried. I am so fucking scared of facing life on Earth without him. I can’t stand the thought of losing him,… Read More
Death is so final. I have always had so much hope that with modern technology and medical advances, that my dad would be fine. I’ve never been the best at handling terminal illness and death. And the death of someone close to me nearly destroys me. I’m still trying to deal with the loss of… Read More
I have been packing our 2,500 square foot house for about a month now because… WE ARE GOING OFF THE GRID! For Real. Pleaser ask me every single question you can think of so I can determine how much I DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS SHIT! (It’s going to be hilarious! ) Stay tuned… 🤣
I drew me with my dad! And I loved it! I need to draw more of these because these make my heart sing. I need to find one from when I was a little girl, and draw it! How fun!!!! Step 1 And here I am with my mama!
I drew my niece tonight. She didn’t call me for Mother’s Day. She has called me every Mother’s Day since her mom died, three years ago, but she didn’t call this year. And I know why… It doesn’t make me happy. I used to think she was a heroin addict, but I know now that… Read More