January 2, 2020 11:54 am, CST The bones of a tree Don’t fear intimacy Skeletons baring their cores They want something more Flaunting flawed branches…
Oh, Boston. What an old soul you are… Inside and out. Through and through Trinkets of presently unknown history are hidden inside your gilded, jeweled…
Photo: a piece I made last summer/early fall. I just made it on a whim It’s a new era It’s a new start I’m no…
I used to think that anniversaries of life events were just another day on the calendar, a slight bump in the road that you notice…
photo by me: Boston Commons, March 24, 2019, unedited I have been depressed for four years. I have felt less like the woman I used…