to make more happiness: repeat

something happened after my mom died: i couldn’t get words out. it felt strange and terrible. i was used to making words appear as readily as my lungs brought breath to my mouth. without words, it seemed i’d forgotten how to breathe. but i wasn’t dead. i hadn’t actually forgotten how to breathe. i had just forgotten how good it felt to take a deep belly breath in, to let it out, nice and slowly, and do it again and again and... Read More

buy prints (and other stuff)

hi. thanks for checking out these prints (which you may have seen on Rebelle Society). they’re available for purchase on Zazzle and at a few local brick and mortar stores. if you’re in the bay area pop into Secession Art & Design, Succulence, or Collector for prints, ink transfers, and a series of new work. i’ve also got a few pieces up at City Art. thanks so much for your interest in what i do! i’m glad you’re here. in... Read More

sometimes

i write things and i’m surprised i wrote them. this is one of those things.  Read More