my quiet rage…

I don't know what to do with my rage. The reality of our country is sinking in. I had been in a state of shock for weeks after the election.  I was in denial for months--I was in denial until the inauguration.  Normally, I can use art to express the everything that builds up in...

2016 visual journal: adventures in change

Like other intuitive works, this journal's imagery originated more from my creative subconscious than any intentional concept development.  As I have gotten older, I’ve made an effort to be more present and aware of my instincts and intuition. Interestingly, I can now look back at works I created over the past few years, and see...

my inadvertent nature to make life awkward…

I cried at the doctor’s office. It was super embarrassing. I didn’t intend to, but apparently it is my inadvertent nature to make life awkward for myself and those around me. How did I come to cry in front of three different strangers in the medical field you may ask? Allow me to explain-- I...

of lajes goodness: part III

On Sunday, March 30, my husband and I arrived at the Lajes Field airport just as they opened.  We are both neurotically punctual and wanted to give ourselves plenty of time to get checked in--especially when traveling with three pets.  After we checked in, we returned to what had been out beautiful home for the...

of lajes goodness- part II

My husband and I arrived on the island of Terceira on the evening of March 31, 2011.  Outside, it was already dark and the wind was fierce (we later heard it had blown over a shipment delivery truck in the Base Exchange parking lot).  We had been delayed leaving London, and thus, barely caught our Lisbon...

of lajes goodness–part I

People who haven’t been stationed at Lajes Field in the Azores, probably haven’t heard the common phrase Lajes Goodness. After having been stationed here for three years, I am leaving Lajes a happier, healthier and emotionally stronger person than I was when we arrived—much of that can be contributed to Lajes Goodness. To explain why...

i’m thirty–

As I sit on the sofa this morning, drinking my warm coffee, with a little white dog nuzzled up next to me, falling asleep and I can't help but feel content.  The sunlight is streaming through the French doors in the living room in the distance I can see the ocean.   My husband is...

i refuse to fear thirty–

I told myself years ago, I refused to fear turning thirty.  When I was twenty-seven (much to the slight annoyance of my husband over the ongoing three years), I began mentally rounding my age up to thirty.  Once I was twenty-eight, would round to thirty when asked about my age, unless my specific age was...

my quiet indignation–

I received this email from a group working to support an upcoming congressional candidate. Carly, We just went over our records and it looks like we haven’t received your 2013 contribution yet. We hate to be so blunt, but we’re still short of our goal and there’s only a few hours left. If we’re going...