In the late 90s, I was in transition and untethered. Between relationships. New job. It was a trying time, but I was fortunate to have my friend Eliza as an anchor. We met through work, but our friendship extended beyond that. Marathon phone … [Continue reading] about The expired license plate
Mine began as a junk room and I gave it a makeover. Over the past six years, it’s changed appearance and usefulness, but remains at its core purpose, a home for creative expression. Having a dedicated spot to honor and practice creative activities … [Continue reading] about The studio as an object
The first few years after my liver transplant, the dormant artist within wakened. Everything was a blank canvas, and I painted in makeshift areas; the garage, kitchen, den. Art supplies and half-finished projects crowded our normal living … [Continue reading] about The box contains more than 366 objects
Mom asks me to take a few days and clean out the mountains of boxes and debris packed high in her three-car garage. She offers, “If you do it now, before I die, it’ll be easier—you won’t be sad.” She has a point there, although I suspect she … [Continue reading] about The hourglass
A collection in Transplant Living … [Continue reading] about My essay is published in Stories of Hope