Everyone needs a place to call home. For most of us, that home is where we are born. Hometowns turn into life-towns ending up as ghost tow..
Open hands are a common symbol. On Earth, they symbolize protection against the evil eye, a charm of luck, an emblem of happiness. In the ..
When I first found my mother’s secret journals, shortly after returning to the Creators Realm, I flipped through them not really knowing w..
Our father had this book. He kept it hidden underneath a velvet-draped table. Whenever we visited his theater, at the first opportune time..
Dreams are like flames; they lure us into their fiery embrace, singeing our souls, transfiguring us. I did not know at ten, when I made my..
I have a bowl sitting on the well-worn, plank table where I am working. The bowl is brass and somewhat ornate. It has seen better days, th..
The other night, I was laying in bed, when I noticed a faint dusting of confetti landing on my comforter, the phantom remnants of another ..
I’ve mentioned my mom several times so far, but I’ve really never written much about her and what she was really like. Both of my parents,..
I’ve written many times about how my relationship with the Travelers waxed in my earliest years then waned as the time traveled on. Thus, ..
Outside my window, past the cold stones that frame the sky in this part of my Creation Room, I see stars. This is my private sky—a theatri..
I created this peace sign with people like my mom and sister Poppy in mind. Their unabashed gypsy style drew quite a few stares (and whisp..
I created this peace sign using two elements that you’ll see in many of my creations. The first is a rainbow flower. I refer to this flowe..
So, my sister and I were invited to a birthday party. This happened many times in my young life. Not that kids wanted ME at their parties ..