The Beginners’ Guide to Publishing with a Self-Publishing Company

In March of 2016, I sat in my kitchen with a dear friend. We were looking at a pile of illustrations I had just completed for my first children’s book, Your Hands Can Change The World! I had decided to publish my book, and was telling her that I had no idea where to begin, … Continue reading The Beginners’ Guide to Publishing with a Self-Publishing Company

Lessons in Crowdfunding

I have always dreamed of being a published writer, but I never imagined I would write and illustrate a children's book. But in March of 2017, I had completed my book, and the next step was publishing. When Your Hands Can Change The World! was completed, I felt many emotions. I was excited, and I felt … Continue reading Lessons in Crowdfunding

In Winter

In Winter The darkness takes over Some mornings I wake up in the black fetal under 3 layers I feel safe and swaddled until I uncover an arm or a leg I’m hit with a stinging chill and remember that it is Winter   My dreams are different during shorter days In them, my teeth … Continue reading In Winter

…Except for this one time

During 2016 and well into 2017 we’ve watched many artists and musicians leave the world. Epic storytellers, trendsetters, and style makers who taught us all how to be a little cooler and a lot more open-minded: Prince, David Bowie, Chris Cornell, Chuck Berry, Sam Shephard, Harry Dean Stanton, and Adam West, top the much-too-long list … Continue reading …Except for this one time

My Created Life

  When I began to create my life, when I was younger, I set out into the world with the understanding that there is a “happy life” formula. The rules go something like this: get through school, preferably by making as few waves as possible. Go to more school, especially if you have big dreams. … Continue reading My Created Life

Poking The Bear

“I said that’s enough!” “You’re not listening to me!!” “I told you I needed a minute. You’re pushing me!” my husband yelled before he ran up the stairs and slammed the door. I sat on the bottom step and cried. I looked for a way to escape the profound discomfort I was experiencing, but there … Continue reading Poking The Bear