The Uprootable Family

Three years ago on the beach in Honolulu, my husband and I promised each other that 2015 was our year to change our lives, a year to do something crazy, a year to invite adventure and play out a little dream just to see how it goes. We have been Read More …

Plans and Confessions

March 28th, I’m having my first Studio Party at my house.  And I’m just going to confess this: I’m excited but terrified.  If I thought I could get away with it, I wouldn’t do this. But, I know I have to. My husband insisted and he is even more of an introvert than I Read More …

Spare Change and Legacies

My father, who died 17 years ago, used to keep a 5 gallon water jug for spare change. It was a way of saving, a game and my confession: my brother and I used to “steal/borrow” from it as children. Dad wanted to see if he could fill it up but Read More …

To Nurture a Watercolor

Being pregnant is a victory and triumph. It is a miracle that, even if you experience it differently, is not a simple task. It is complex, complicated, at a point inexplicable and by virtue of this – absolutely awe-inspiring. That accomplishment deserves a loud colorful scream – I did it! I did this! Look at what my body can do! Celebrate! Read More …

A Rite of Passage

We should celebrate baseline mammograms like a birthday, anniversary or graduation. Mammograms usher in a new era.  Let’s make it official and celebrate. In this era, I take the bodies of my friends and loved ones who age with me side by side.  A party is necessary. Technically, I “do not have a history of breast or ovarian cancer” in Read More …