Tag: writing
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a painting is never finished
The other day, I was working on my latest impressionist landscape of Fairfield, Enjoy the Beach, when I looked over at the recently completed painting While the Kids are at School hanging on the wall. Suddenly, a few spots that bothered me a bit when I declared the painting “finished” were bothering me a lot. […]
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Impressionist Landscapes in Fairfield County, Connecticut: “While the Kids are at School”
My latest painting is an impressionist landscape of a road nearby my home in Southport, Connecticut. I went looking for inspiration a few days after a snowstorm and saw these two women walking and chatting as they walked along the road next to the elementary school.
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Poem: As Seen on TV
I was dismayed to learn of Bob Saget’s passing. I grew up fatherless and his role as Danny Tanner on Full House was important: it showed single parenthood as “normal” and nothing to be ashamed of. For thirty minute segments, he stepped in as a positive father figure where I had none. This feeling was […]
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The Anniversary of my Cancer Diagnosis
Twenty-nine years ago on this date, I was diagnosed with cancer. I was so little. There’s no way I could pronounce Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, nevertheless understand what was happening in my body. Childhood cancer is unique in that it doesn’t disrupt the patient’s life like it would an adult’s. The foundation of life isn’t yet […]
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The Epilogue
I am a storyteller, through and throughA childhood defined byLong afternoons spent arounda kitchen tableListeningLearningA bellowing laughBetween sips of sweet teaFaded fast-food mugsIn topographical handsMountains, valleys, creasesa story of their own.Age and wisdomTo have bothA story in itselfReceivingMy own storiesBefore I couldDecodeLines and curvesConnected on a pageBefore I could connectA written story to my ownOnce […]
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Mother’s Gifts
The greatest gift my mother gave me didn’t come on Christmas day. It wasn’t the latest game console, or the the shoes I wore on prom night. It wasn’t intricately wrapped with a ribbon tied around it. There was no bow on top. My mother gave me life twice. The first time was on the maternity […]
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Nine Years
4:59 a.m. Around this time nine years ago, I was in active labor. I knew I was having a son. I knew his name would be Tobias. I knew his crib was at home, set up and ready.
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A cross-country move, a year + later
Last night, as Mark and I lain next to each other, he asked, “Do you wish you still lived in Houston? You seem like you had so much fun there.” After yesterday’s poem to my hometown, you may be wondering the same. Quite simply, the answer is no. Do I miss it? Boy, do I. But given […]
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My Creative Journey & Some Reflections
I went to Boston over the weekend. I didn’t Snapchat or take a single picture while I was there. It was my third time visiting the city, so I didn’t do any touristy things and I won’t be making a guide to Boston. I went to visit a friend of mine and it was the […]
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