Why is it I had a dozen ideas for blog posts, and now that I’ve created my blog I can’t think of anything to say?
I never expected to make it to 50. So here I am, 50 years old, living my life without a script for the first time ever and trying to make it work. What you’ll read here: posts about the kinds of art I’m learning. Posts about my insecurity about my art. A little bit about life as a long-time cancer survivor and as a woman with bipolar disorder. A bit about the past, a bit about the present… maybe some hopes for the future.