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You shouldn't ask, I could go on and on... FAVORITE QUOTE: “When you have come to the edge of all the light you have, And step into the darkness of the unknown Believe that one of the two will happen to you Either you'll find something solid to stand on Or you'll be taught how to fly!” ~Richard Bach~

I am a daughter, sister, mother, wife, auntie, friend, therapist, teacher, dreamer, instigator, communicator, lover, fighter, educator,writer, dancer, thinker, mover, shaker, and art maker!

I love to create things with my hands and do so every chance I get. I have children and I work with children. The following are what interests me most in life: My Children (the reason I live), My Husband, Reading, Music, Poetry, Stars, sand in my toes, words, hot coffee in ceramic mugs, stationary, blockprints, windows open, ice in my drinks, Books, smell of fresh spring rain, ORDER:), trees, shells, friends, tattoos, sushi, green, ACEO's, sleeping in late, headphones, comedy, birds, windchimes, thunderstorms, my husbands hands, challenging converstaions, girls with glasses, house plants, fuzzy socks, pillows, woodcuts, fishies, chopsticks, owls, watercolors, elephants, kisses on my neck, singing in the car LOUDLY, beads, snuggle blankies, jazz, thinking, laughing at myself, my family & my friends!

I will be honest and intentional in everything that I encounter in this world:)

ACEO's ~ Cards ~ Bookmarks ~ Watercolors ~ Photograpphy ~ Embroidery ~ Magnets ~ Shrines ~ Pendants ~ Woodcuts ~ Stationary ~ Iron-On's ~ Pen and Ink Drawings ~ Earrings ~ Bracelets ~ Textiles ~ Music ~ Anything origional:)

"One gonna hold my memory another gonna close the door One gonna leave me restless another wanting more

You're gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago"

~ State Radio, Keepsake

"Al, the handsomest man, looks bewildered and groggy over his first cup of coffee. His mustache is sprung and wild to match his sleep-jagged eyebrows as he peers around the table at us, asking, 'What's this I hear about high jinks on the Mouse Rack with the wheelchair? Eh, dreamlets?' We all grin dutifully and Elly does her 'Oh, Papa!' routine to disarm him while Mama blearily hands around filled breakfast plates, and drags her kimono sleeves through the butter every time she reaches across the table. I cut Arty's meat slowly while my chest fills with a yearning that would like to spill out through my eyes and nose. It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood. Can we blame the child for resenting the fantasy of largeness? Big, soft arms and deep voices in the dark saying, 'Tell Papa, tell Mama, and we'll make it right.' The child, screaming for refuge, senses how feeble a shelter the twig hut of grown-up awareness is. They claim strength, these parents, and complete sanctuary. The weeping earth itself knows how desperate is the child's need for exactly that sanctuary. How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadultered, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilising anesthesia. Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites. We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting a lollipop or a toy bear's worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skulls for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness."

~ Geek Love

"After that my guess is that you will never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that... he is gone."

~ Usual Suspects

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