poisoned water

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revelations

my beautiful mother coming home by week’s end, her road to recovery is still to be traveled

my treasured mitt

I still enjoy throwing a ball and swinging a bat. I go to the batting cages occasionally with my big son and we challenge each other. This pic from my high school softball days. Still have my beautiful first baseman mitt and yes, I treasure it. As a lefty, back then – it was difficult to find. 😘

we’re all a little broken here

not sure where this one manifested from, though I wanted to end this one on a positive note-we do need hope
the gal in the background is a sculpture I made in eleventh grade-I stubbornly didn’t listen to my art teacher and this lady fell apart-too bad

pain and pleasure

I adore this little deer lady. Someday, I must create a few friends for her. I think she’s been stuck on paper too long…

this piece inspired by the infinitely brilliant Stephen Hawking-enlightening us from another universe now