My Freedom Belly – It’s a New Forever Thing

Sweet liberation. I have a confession. It’s something I’ve been sitting for half my life – I’m 32 now. If you do the math, it started when I was in high school, sophomore-ish. I wanted to be seen, desired, liked. No, that’s not the confession. I would do things that would make me look a […]

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What am I?

My art is me. My art is my way of being.  My way of being is my art.  It has nothing to do with sharing anything with anyone.  I say that because I felt like I needed to,  in order to validate and honor my art,  to give it a voice,  a purpose,  a direction. […]

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Your Crazy is Perfect. I Want It.

I used to be so afraid of being seen, so afraid to be identified or identifiable in a crowd. I wanted to crouch down onto my knees and disappear so often, praying that no one would notice me, that I wouldn’t inspire anyone to make a comment about me or to me. It was truly […]

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We Say F&*$ a Lot. Like a Lot Lot.

A typical conversation with Soul, my partner, not my actual soul lol is sprinkled generously with: ya ass fucken bitttch shut the f up get the f out of here f you etc etc etc. Basically a bunch of profanity with a sprinkle of actual meaning and content. To me, I look at this and […]

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Who the F Actually Are You

What does it mean to be fully expressed? That question feels kinda big for me, in this moment. I just journaled around that topic several pages. I noticed I felt discomfort around being fully expressed. I asked myself the questions. Why did I feel uncomfortable? When did I feel uncomfortable when it comes to expressing […]

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