The Reflective Glass Mirror

8/1/18 I look in the reflective glass mirror and swiftly cast my eyes away. What is this urge to run and hide that I feel deep inside? The eyes are the same, so blue and full of light. I’m afraid it’s too late, and what may they say before I venture out there, out there… […]

Mother’s Day and the Watercolor Paintings

5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]