The other day my daughter asked me Mom, do you miss writing?

She told me she often shows her friends (this was a surprise) and noticed it has been months since I have written.

Writing for me is a celebration, a solution, a way to understand, a way to force vulnerability.

A way to live life twice.

But living life once seems to be taking everything out of me.

No well raised WASP should ever utter the $ word. But I decided that this year I was going to double my income. No easy task. I am on my way but that has been consuming.

And the rest of the time I am trying hard to be better at everything. Including, wherever and whenever possible, having fun.

But I do miss you. And I don’t know how to let go of this without feeling it might be too soon.

In the meantime, it finally rained today and out poured some writing.

art camp 2016 Large Canvas