Trauma Stuck and stagnant Awkward and shaking But not really rooted Searching for joy Nothing’s holding me here I strictly fo...

Alone in a Crowd Dear Mike, 38 years ago we were living a dream now you’ve been gone for 23 tears still form when I play your songs now I’m ...

For Six Sentence Sunday this week, I'm posting another part of the same story that I've been working on. [See the previous post for ...

Remembering when this time of year wasn't so depressing. I don't care for the poem much, but again, kind of like the picture. The po...

When I was little, probably about 4 or 5, I decided I was going to run away from home. My reason - nap time was too tortuous. How could anyo...

For Illustration Friday's Voices on 12-19-08 They all know Everybody knows That I'm not quite right Their timid small talk dissipat...

My post Life in the Sign Business is going to be included in next month's issue of Blue Print Review . Check out the latest issue. It h...

It was the fall of '83 when I walked into a sign shop looking for a job. I was eighteen years old, and had been working a minimum wage j...

Studio Lolo's post a few weeks back reminded me of Max. Max was a huge 110 pound loyal Lab whose love for my husband, Mike, was so grea...