installation 4

this story’s foundation is based in reality – sadly, my mother’s childhood – to this day, she still sometimes screams in her sleep


our best thinking

a dank sticky corner
burdened oak tops disturbed for decades
by descending mugs
trying to lighten bleak thoughts
ambiguous gouges in once flawless veneer
bear tired witness to
lives emptied into shot glasses
arranged in firing line formation to end pain quickly
gulping down hope for one night’s reprieve
sweating spirits absorb peace into the soul
or harbingers of disrupted thought
lifting glass bottoms
to reach the throat
swallowing for a new life
or the promise of sleep until tomorrow
where the sun will rise
and another day offers

a choice…



I used the spider here thinking how drinking lures and can trap in an endless web if we crawl too closely for too long…

my treasure

I didn’t know your history
your smile never let on
I didn’t know your struggles
you lifted us without complaint
I didn’t know you cried yourself to sleep
you kissed us so gently
I didn’t know you grew up shunned
your embrace included all who entered
I didn’t know your ninth Christmas
you wished only for peace
I didn’t know your childhood
you gave your own children love without conditions

I was a teen, when you told me
how your father drank
all the fights, the smashing glass, the screaming
you were kicked out and had to move nine times
your childhood was a dark story
one you never used to fan futile flames
you welcomed life
donned a brave face
put yourself through college
and never looked back

you are my role model
you are my treasure
you are my dearest friend
Happy Mother’s Day
millie b:wabove my mom at 18, below (and I never lie) my mom at 78
millie at 79

Teeth and grandkids/acrylic

5’x6′ painting done at my mom’s request about eight years ago – all her grandkiddies and all their teeth!