How We Met

I’m not sure if I believe in the idea of soul-mates—I find the concept limiting. To me, it implies that everyone who loses their true love would never have the chance of finding another. Losing a love, through death, divorce, or otherwise, is already tragic...

Barbara Hepworth

The following entry is from my Groundbreaking Girls website. This week, I’ve been particularly encouraged by the sculptor, Barbara Hepworth. All of the ladies I paint are inspiring, but every so often a mentor comes along at just the right time. I cherish those...

Grief Comes In Waves

      Grief comes in waves, they say. We accept this as a mercy, sweet relief from the idea of All Grief, All the Time. The thing about waves, though— they aren’t consistent.   Sometimes they are long, shallow rollers, not unpleasant to move...

Father’s Day

“Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.” —Victor Hugo Happy Father’s Day to all the dads, granddads, great-granddads, and people who step into all those...

Hummingbird Memories

“Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.”— Barbara Kingsolver I haven’t gotten far on my memoir, no surprise there—at 15 minutes a day, I’m just five pages into the project, but my mind isn’t letting me write...