It’s July 4, 2020. I’m in my office, celebrating with work that I love. I feel the weight of a country opening its…
“Elijah” was written B.C.P. (before the coronavirus pandemic). Its call-to-action was to fill “empty” spaces with human connection and gathering, ideas and possibilities. As…
Right now? Yes. Right now, right now? Yes, yes. Never have I been so preoccupied with something that’s so utterly out of my control.…
I have this silver ring, which I love. It was a gift, made by the giver, a talented artist.* It’s not a complete, or…
Why do we think we need to be perfect? Logically, we all know that perfection isn’t possible and yet we’re still really hard on…
After 20+ years of sitting at many different boardroom tables, I decided to build a table of my own– one where an open seat…
1992 Started art school. Fainted in my first art class. Spent the next few years criticizing graphic design students for not being “real artists.”…
I was once a Dorothy– lost and naive in a strange land with a tiny pet cat and the clothes on my back. I…