Reconnecting with Myself

For much of my life, I thought I understood what it meant to be self-aware. Growing up in a dysfunctional family, where alcoholism and mental health struggles loomed large, I developed a finely tuned radar for other people’s emotions. It wasn’t just a habit — it was survival. I spent years over analyzing the people…

Barronfest & The Mix

From Vendor Booth to Gothic Bluegrass: A Weekend of Art and Adventure This past weekend, I had the opportunity to participate in Barronfest, a local arts and crafts fair. While I was excited to showcase my work, I also felt a bit overwhelmed by the prospect of setting up a vendor booth. As I arranged…

First Day of my Life

It has to start somewhereIt has to start sometimeWhat better place than here?What better time than now? -Guerrilla Radio by Rage Against the Machine I’ve been waiting for someone else to tell me how wonderful my art is. I’ve been waiting for someone to come along, hold my hand, and show me my path forward…

Women’s March, Morristown 1.20.18

Last year we didn’t make it out to the Women’s March but I watched almost the entire thing on TV and committed to going out to the next march. This year’s march quickly approached and I kept my promise to myself! We woke up Saturday morning excited to make it out to Morristown. We woke…