Is true love real or does it only exist in fairy tales? Does one have to plop a kiss on the lips of the next slimy amphibian they meet?

When I sit on my porch, when I go on vacation, when I catch a glimpse of the light reflecting from my toddler’s eyes, I can only see one thing.

How many abandoned works sit in the back of your storage? How often do you picture finishing them or reimagining them? Or do you think you might as well cover them completely and use the materials for something brand new?

There are so many ways to navigate the inability to create, let me take this opportunity to tell you about my favorite one. Breathe, slow down, be silly, and shed the pressure. If you try this and it doesn’t work, don’t get discouraged, the time will come! 

As Mother’s Day rounds the corner of my calendar, I reminisce about my childhood and the kind of mother mine was (and is). Grab your tissues, because this was a hard write, so I’m sure it’s also a hard read.

Are you spending your days accidentally memorizing every word of Bluey? The kids are jumping from couch to couch, screaming like goats, and you’re about four seconds from ripping your hair out..?

Dancing my brush over a canvas as I listen to the Carribean waves lap the shore, I heard words that will stick with me forever. 

As a mom, most days the closest I get to art is spaghetti smears on the high chair tray. How does one manage creating art while fully invested into your family?