When Tin and I moved to the Spirit House, I had gone through some stuff. It’s a laundry list of losses and does not bear repeating, but I did something that I never thought I would have to do and in moving to the Spirit House, I had rehomed my dog, Loca, and two cats, Bam Bam and Blackytza. Two years into the new house, a mom at Tin’s school told me about a free…
When I returned from my last Arizona trip, I was tired. I had a tired in my bones that I couldn’t shake and sure enough, a week later, I went down with whatever you want to call it – was it a virus, was it Covid, was it a summer cold – whatever it was, it took the life out of me for one week. And after, it has been a slog trying to play…
Ram Dass calls the body a space suit. It is what was given to us for this lifetime to traverse the humansphere. I have pushed mine to limits without ever being an athlete. I was born with a 60mph out the gate accelerator. Even in 2012, when I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s and spent a year under the torture of the medical profession trying to find the correct dosage of thyroid replacement to get me…
Intro:Look, if you had one shot or one opportunityTo seize everything, you ever wanted in one momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?Yo The prompt from Artist Journal was to list this month what you would do if you couldn’t fail. I didn’t do it. I heard it. I scribbled a few words, and then I dropped it. I love this Eminem’s song, where it’s not a prompt, it’s a question: would he…
I am Jewish. I am American. When I was 16 years old, I went with a group of teenagers from New Orleans and Atlanta to Israel. I met families, individuals and was introduced to a country I fell in love with so easily. When I was in my twenties, I made a plan to move to Spain because I wanted to live abroad, away from the United States and its incoming president. It seemed easy…
I came home from my travels to find two gifts waiting for me. One was a small letterpress poster from my friend Amos Paul Kennedy, Jr. and the other an engraved ceramic feather with IMPRESARIO etched on it. I knew the second was a gift from Michelle Allee, an artist friend, who had read my blog. When I was in Tucson visiting Tin, we took the Love Language quiz again. My love language is still…
As I traveled home from Tucson, I was sitting on the second flight when my phone alerted me that my keys were still in Dallas. My mind wanted to catastrophize the situation. This wouldn’t be the first time I lost my keys and arrived home not able to drive my car to my house. Instead, I said, it’s ok. You can take a Lyft home. You could get in your house through your lockbox. Your…
Once again I’ve arrived to find something new in this alien landscape. The iconic saguaros are all topped with Frida crowns and what a delight it is to see them everywhere: on the roadside, in front yards, and in the wild. I hiked with Betsy in Sabino Canyon and breathlessly looked around in wonder. The landscape, so alien, has grown more familiar and so fascinating! I left behind gardenias and azaleas at home, and entered…
During my time living on Cleveland Avenue in the Spirit House, I began to wonder why most of what I conjure in my mind leans towards trauma, the tragic, the hurt, or the pain. I read a lot about how the mind works. Your mind has a negativity bias that is rooted in evolution. Your brain prioritizes and processes negative information more thoroughly than positive information because it would and could save your life. To…
