Our Revolution

I wrote this poem several years ago. Part of being authentic for me is sharing with the world all of those little talents we keep to ourselves for fear that others will truly see who we are. This is who I am. A poet. An artist. A fallible human that is afraid of what itContinue reading “Our Revolution”

Monet

It was a gloomy day in the fall of 2006. I was skipping my nursing classes yet again trying to cheer myself up with a trip to the Chicago Institute of Art. My favorite place in the whole museum was the room with Monet’s “Stacks of Wheat (End of Summer)” painting . On this particularContinue reading “Monet”