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Higher

Higher

I was walking down the street in a nearby town one afternoon, when I noticed a man in his twenties standing on the curb looking up into the sky. As I approached, I could see he was trying to get a photograph of something. He looked away from his phone to me and said,...

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Appearances

Appearances

For a brief time on weekends, my husband and I traveled along the East Coast, offering my art in juried craft shows. These shows featured everything from fine art and crafts to small-batch artisanal foods. The crowds were enormous, with thousands of people streaming...

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After the Storm

After the Storm

My brother and his family live on the island of St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. And so, when the maps on The Weather Channel showed the swirls of a tropical storm forming into Hurricane Irma, I emailed my brother to ask him, “Do you think you’ll get hit?” to...

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Gratitude

Gratitude

One morning after finishing the dishes, my husband and I were talking in the kitchen. I was complaining (a bit) about all the work it was to keep up the house. Owning a home, especially an older one, there’s always something that needs to be done. My tone was...

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Changing Direction

Changing Direction

At one time, I had prints of my artwork framed and sold locally. I also offered my designs printed on aprons. These sold well and I enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed meeting and becoming friends with the shop owners. But at some point, I began to feel I was spreading...

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Better, better, better!

Better, better, better!

About ten years ago, my husband unexpectedly lost his job. As with many upsetting things that happen in our life together, I was more upset than he was. One day I went to the acupuncturist. We're fortunate to have a local practice that has a sixth-generation Chinese...

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Invisible

Invisible

I once belonged to an artist’s cooperative in a nearby town. Artists and craftspeople could place their work in a boutique, and in exchange, they would take a shift helping to sell everyone’s art. My day came, and I received instructions for ringing up orders and...

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Welcome!

Welcome!

To introduce myself, I will say that I began drawing when I was a young teenager. Art was a refuge, a safe place to find solace amidst the tumult of my junior high years (just saying “junior high years” can cause those of us who’ve lived through them to shudder). My...

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Fear

Fear

Many years ago, I lived in the suburbs of Philadelphia and drove regularly to a meditation center just outside the city limits. There were various courses offered: courses on learning to meditate, yoga classes, things of this nature. And then one course was offered...

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