2016 was bad, 2017 was worse and 2018 isn’t looking that great either. Don’t make me act like this is all going to be pretty
Month: December 2017
It’s cold, dead cold freezing my bones in place. bones that aren’t, squeak and squawk at the audacious request to carry me. **** It’s supposed
Art Expressionsim Life is like a box of Sketchbook diary The People Behind My Eyes Women of Strength
A Mother’s Knowledge – The Menopause Talk
If ever I needed to hear a mother’s wise voice it’s now. For many women, we don’t have the option of calling mom to ask
This is Lentil, my Australian Tree Frog. This morning I woke to find three beautiful mushrooms in Lentil’s terrarium. The mushrooms grew out of a
Clyde is needy, so am I. He too jumps at the slightest noise. Even though he’s anxious, he’s protective of me. He knows what it means
Acrylic on Paper Anxiety Art Artists Thoughts Expressionsim Originals Paintings Self Portrait Surreal
See Volumes. Art Confidence.
I’m hesitant to publish work like this because of the dark lines and how packed it is, full of images, but it represents my head
There’s something about having another living thing making noise that helps me feel less alone. Skip to 20 seconds for the start. His big performance
I had a dream that I had two roommates in a house where students rented rooms. I was a renter as well. I had permission
Dr. D and I discussed the paragraph in my entry where I said I feel as though he drops the ball when the issue of
I’m going to turn comments off for this entry I want to say I’m sorry for writing so much about feeling suicidal. I feel like