What do I write about?

I have struggled with what I want to say – in a blog post, on social media, to my therapist, to friends, with my art. I decided to look back at my decades of diaries. There are many. Mostly they contain writing. Some diaries have the occasional drawing. You get the gist. Since 2009 or

Another World.

For two months I was in a mansion being housed and fed. The mansion houses women with eating disorders. Packing clothes for an amount of time I didn’t know, for a change of season, for an expanding body, didn’t help me accept what I was doing. I was in disbelief on the drive with my

The Bear

This is how it began. I hated yard work and gardening and then I loved it. I got rid of hideous sickly hedges and got nice, small shrubs. I weeded and dug in the ground. I stopped using gloves. My fingernails are usually filthy. But first I was in love with an etching by Kiki

Out.

I am one of around 43 million people in the United States who live with mental illness. I am not ready to name mine, because it is so misunderstood and I don’t have the strength right now to explain all the facts and myths. You’d think, with all the people out there who share this

Multitasking

I think everyone has days or hours where you have to make calls and go through prompts spoken by machine leading you to more prompts until you get a human. I had to call a bank, or a calling center for a bank, to close a savings account which contained $27.01. To be more specific,

Snowy Night in New York City.

During a visit to see my mother in Brooklyn, I went out to see art work, which many of you know is a difficult decision. Snow began to fall in the afternoon. I went to see the Drawings of James Siena first. There was construction in the tunnels. I had to take a train, and

A New Day

“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” ― L.M. Montgomery. My life at the moment is about learning to accept daily the mistakes I make, other people make and their after effects. For even in a brand new unblemished day, you have to live with

Your Reputation Preceeds You.

I was known as a fighter. In my teens, my 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, and even into my 50’s people have seen me as someone who would not shy away from a confrontation. I was the truth teller. I once picked a fight with a robot at an Auto Fair.  Let me tell you, that person,

To See or Not to See

Too see or not to see. To seek help or soldier on, chin up, through this deep groove in my life. That is the question. I have waffled for months, trying to decide whether or not to go back to my therapist. I adore my therapist, but that isn’t a good reason to see him.

Six Days

  I have a six day residency right here in Cranston, RI. I didn’t have to apply for this opportunity. There were no fees. I didn’t have to write a statement about why I need the time and how it would change my career. I  had only to convince myself that I should not feel guilty