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My mother Carolyn lived to be 100 years old and died on Mother’s Day 2014. Sadly, the last three years of her life were tainted by the erratic symptoms of Dementia. I was fortunate to be able to spend time with her and photograph her and now write a poem in her memory.

Working with a brilliant poet who has a gift for the playful interplay of words was a phenomenally inspirational experience.

As much as this pandemic has been stressful and isolating, it has provided me with precious time to write, photograph, think, and train how to be a voiceover artist (more in another blog). I am thankful that I could indulge in creative ventures during this extended...

I am in the process of writing a memoir. The word memoir is from the French mémoire: memoria, (meaning memory or reminiscence). It is a collection of memories in which someone writes about moments or events, whether public or private, that took place in the person’s life.

What happens when you spend three years working for a Master of Fine Arts degree in the company of amazing and creative people—and then you graduate?