fireplace (day 7)

i stare at the flame as it licks the log it spits and crackles fire fingers grasp my mind wanders to what may come to pass while i watch the wood burn to ash 1.7.17

day 6

splintered into slender pieces, a taste, apertif of time divided in a tug of war with too many players my end of the week. 1.6.17

headless (day 5)

today my head remained in bed while my body worked away and now i dread to see my head with nothing left to say. 1.5.17

navigation (day 4)

i walk along where vines hang low the moonlight shines the sea below steer my ship through choppy seas stockade of my speckled past with wounded ones unfit to last give fair warning when passing by i lick the honey off chapped lips and blow a kiss to opposing ships seek my…

day 3

waterlogged, i wake to kick the rain and punch the wind morning walk passes strewn christmas trees laying in wait for their untimely removal like fallen soldiers cast aside in their prime remnants of their multicolor brilliance fend off the drops of the persistent rain. 1.3.17

day 2

new year, new day rattles in work yells and stomps its feet while i move slowly into gear. 1.2.17

day 1

house holds the chill from yesterday while splashes of sun warm the grass i long to close my eyes again and dream of  days to come. 1.1.17

Find Your Voice

Bring in the new year… Many are ready to say goodbye to 2016. We lost so much talent, our country was divided by a difficult election, and many faced personal challenges. I tend not to think of one year as better than another. It’s a process, a winding road, that leads to…


i am the burning red of stop before it turns to go i am the glass of wine pouring until overflows i am the moment of suspense answers yet unknown i am the dancer spinning upon bruised toes i am the siren wooing against the ebb and flow i am the dreamer…


day begins, with coffee black; clears the cloud, of peaceful slumber. dreams of what may come to pass, slow release of hurtful past; muscles tone as i flex, the possible still unchecked. night returns, its viral beat; pulse desire, through vivid sleep. 9.3.16 [Image Source]

Raising Superheroes

Above: Marcos and Elsa  wearing the superhero costumes I made for them. My kids have always loved dressing up. Especially as superheros. Spiderman was my son’s favorite. My kids, my son especially, always loved superheroes. Spiderman was his favorite and still is. We had many Spiderman costumes over the years.  I always…

Love Your Life

Sometimes life gives you lemons and you have to make lemonade. Sometimes the unthinkable happens and you need to become unsinkable. I don’t mean to be trite but as catchy as these phrases are, sometimes you do just have to “do it”, to put one foot ahead of the other, to move…

MY DIY Weekend

The weekend I decided to tackle a problem that has been bothering me for a couple of months. The brown leather sofa we had bought second hand had started to “shed” off the leather. This is what one of the cushions looked like: I had tried patching it with tape but soon…

The Urge to Create

Above: Recent project, a crocheted lace curtain. Some people are compelled to race cars. Some people are driven to acquire wealth. Even others make it their life’s mission to fight for justice. As the daughter of two fine artist, I am driven by the urge to create. I grew up in a…

To Cook or Not to Cook

It used to be that the question of whether to cook or not to cook was never asked. This is because cooking was not optional, it was necessary for survival, at least it has been since humans evolved from eating raw meat millions of years ago. For once humans learned to cook,…

Moving Up not Moving On

Above: one of the beautiful trees I encounter in my neighborhood. Dear readers, it has been nearly two months since my last post. Yes I confess to these sins… Truth be told, my last post was just before my move out of Miami, up to the Northernmost town in Florida, beautiful Fernandina…