Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
Tag: womanslife
An Owl’s Wind
With the righteousness of a workday’s exhaustion, my mind ran through litanies of gratitude to the universe for anything and everything.
The Daily Chase.
As I chase the sun in a daily tandem race with time, I have this dream for myself…and another one too…a selfish desire, no doubt, or maybe one of the best of human miracles.
A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
Merry Christmas!
December 25, 2020 May your days be filled with peace, merriment and lots of love! Merry Christmas! Love…with a kiss,… Read more Merry Christmas!
Unfiltered
As we met the lake, the sky softened from clear blue to an enveloping grey in the haloed light of the setting sun.
Nocturne. 2020.
After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
tbd.
I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
The Viral Village.
Your health, now more than ever, is my family’s health; my health is my neighbor’s. We are global…
The Brick Dandelion on Holiday
..their forces collide continuously..it is a sound unexpectedly raw…
the brick dandelion 