One Option Means No Choice

Yesterday we left home early to drive to Macon GA and pick up my paintings from the Silent Voices exhibit at the 567 Center for Renewa...

Well it's done. The opening of Silent Voices happened and I survived it. Of course I was a nervous wreck for a little while but still I...

A while ago I asked mothers of adoption loss if they would like to be included in this painting. I added their names and the birthdays of...

I Could Breathe Again 48x36 I've been working on this painting all week. It's the next one in the  Silent Voices  series and...

There have been many times recently that I've wanted to sit down and write a post. An article would pop up that struck a chord or I...

  I want to share some info. I've put together a book of my paintings and poetry in the Silent Voices series and it's now avail...

What Remains 48x36 Standing at the edge, treading lightly, casting what's left of myself. Who I was is gone. This is wh...

Hidden in shame, lies are told about us, by us. Gratitude for sacrifice slams the door. Our motherhoods removed  they think, ...

She's my alter ego, my muse, the glamour girl that I'm not. She's a gift to me from my friend Kelli and she stands tall in my pa...

Solstice Night colored pencil 14x10 I know the winter solstice is the one we're close to but this piece represents a summer solstice ni...