My mother took me to get my first tattoo for my 17th birthday. The following summer I got my second tattoo after graduating from Army Basic Training. Many, many years passed before I got another. In the past year I’ve gotten three and I progressively get bolder with size and placement. People seem to be surprised by the size of my newest ink, and they are curious to know why it is what it is.…
I grew up in Northern Michigan and had an amazing childhood there. I went barefoot for the majority of my summers. I built forts, climbed trees, floated down the Pigeon River. In the winter I tobogganed, cross-country skied, fed chickadees from my hand, and had snowball fights. I went to public school, took dance and piano classes, and kissed my first boy in that state. Then I went on to high school in Pennsylvania. Winters…
Living in this seaside place I’ve become a bit of a sunset/sunrise addict. I can’t get enough of watching the spectrum of colors illuminate the sky as a new day dawns, or another day rests its weary head. Both are lovely in their own way, and offer a gift to its viewer. Recently I spent time reflecting on WHY I love this cyclic occurrence as much as I do. Why have they become important? Why…