Essays
Worth every penny
Lindsey, my sixteen-year old daughter, waved a pair of jeans at me. Their extremely wide bellbottom legs whipped back and...
Bring on the beige
I entered the Banana Republic in Union Square in Manhattan on a mission. My goal was to buy new clothes...
When you stop thinking…
You’d think my decision to pursue my childhood dream of becoming a “real” artist would be something to celebrate. But...
Date night at the dump
Published in the Island Times July, 2011. I return home to Peaks Island on the 7:15 p.m. ferry. How will...
I’m glad I kept going
When I sat down to paint, my internal critics went into overdrive. Your art isn’t good enough, they said. It...
