Street Artist

Street Artist

I have always been fascinated by people who paint outside, especially in the heart of a city. They seem so immersed in their work.

The Urns We Carry

The Urns We Carry

My sister-in-law died last spring from a drug overdose. We found out that the funeral home would seal her ashes in several different urns.

Cry Me a River

Cry Me a River

Toxic relationships, even those of close family members, need not be tolerated, as our mental health is far more important.

Battles Unseen

Battles Unseen

There are so many unseen battles going on behind the eyes of people who say they are fine. Let’s all be a little kinder today…

The Cycle

The Cycle

Dedicated to all women who have suffered abuse at the hands of the man who was supposed to love them.