May my hand running across this paper as I write reach out like a hand to hold in friendship - a tangible connection between us: our...

I find my days so full that they pass in a blur at times. I look back and I'm not sure what happened to the hours, what happened the day...

I have been working on writing out the stories of artworks that I've made over the years that have come from a place of grief, whether...

(featured in episode 6 of the Growing Creative Podcast) LORD, Oh, Great Maker, as we walk through the nature you made, help us stay awake...

May you listen when the Spirit kindles your imagination. When the Creative Spirit that set the whole universe into being, plants a small...

(taken from episode 3 of the Growing Creative podcast. Click here to listen.) As I talked to a friend the other day about this experience...

Beauty and brokenness. This is a vital concept that I find to have many, many applications, and it's been an underlying theme in my work...

I'm going to share some of my story with the inner critic. That's a term for creatives referring to that voice in your head that...

Do you find yourself feeling overwhelmed and pulled in many different directions? ⁣ ⁣ While it’s still hot as the blazes in my neck of...

At some point in their education journeys, I’ve homeschooled all four of my kids. When I was first starting out with my oldest two, I...

Are you curious to hear more of my story...more about how I am trying to use what I've learned in personal areas of my life to help...

I love herons. There is something incredibly compelling about them. As I ask myself what it is that has me captivated, there are layers...

Sky ablaze- splashes of color of still wet paper. Watercolor landscape painting.

Art speaks wordlessly to our spirits... my hope with this collection is to speak healing and hope in the midst of grief. (When I began...

I’ve had a sense that I might have the variety of art mediums that I love all come together.... invite them all to a party and see them...

I asked for a book of Mary Oliver Poems for Christmas and when I read her poem entitled Snow Geese I knew that I loved it. Over time I...