Memoir: Diamond Dogs in Feather Boas

In 2003 I worked as a cigarette girl. It was the closest I felt to being both performer and prostitute. It was the strangest gig, I felt: desperate, exposed, vulnerable. We had to wear strange fluttering, feather, boa-like clips in our hair. We were called, the Peachy Puffs, what a porno name. I wore a…

(Poems I love): Someday Maybe

Originally posted on The Stories In Between:
I made a promise To an old friend That I’d be back This way someday But a restlessness Sleeps down Inside me Burning questions In my heart Where in this world Can I call My home Where in this Do I belong I’ve walked a long road Full…

Forgiving Millennials and the Demise of Wonder

I can understand that differences of perception exist. Perceptions are shaped by experiences, experiences create reality. What we collectively think tends to define the end label. Now labels are called Brands, with a highlighted italic bold font, trendy bendy annoying boring. Millennials forgive me while I speak of fargone things, I don’t hate you that’s…

Journal : Creating as Therapeutic Connection, Part One: Making Zines

I’ve always loved art and literature and I was an early reader. My first books came from my mother’s coworker friend. She gave me Dr. Seuss’ “Mr. Brown Can Moo Can You?” and various elementary school text books when I was in preschool. It was the early 70s and simplistic stories about Dick, Jane and…