Another truth: This post inspired by my face, currently a disaster of stress rash. Apparently, holding so much in, trying to be monstrously strong isn’t good for you. It would seem I can now use my face like a 70’s mood ring. I never believed I was too vain, but lately I’m hiding in the shadows along with my nocturnal creatures.
my beautiful mom continues recovering from a major stroke, a long journey indeed
I know right, so much death. I apologize, but I’m writing what’s in my heart. There are no living words at the moment. ❤
in memory of my dear mother-in-law, Karole
June 29, 1933 – February 7, 2018
alas, another horse drawing done at eleven years old, horses ever on my brain back then – thank you