she pondered her own sense and sensibility with a haiku

I’m going under. Wish me luck.

On my birthday in April, I made a list of “39 things to do in my 39th year”. Here it is: Buy my own house with my own money. Travel to Paris. Sell some of my art. Take a photography class. Love my body. (I decided to leave this one open-ended – heh) Take a…

I just went through my flickr photostream and found this. It’s a fave. I never went to the Lusty Lady–a Seattle icon that recently closed–but I always liked their marquees. This one represents two big parts of me: Love and Eroticism. Go forth and have an erotic day. Every day.

*sin·cere /sɪnˈsɪər/ –adjective, -cer·er, -cer·est. 1. free of deceit, hypocrisy, or falseness; earnest: a sincere apology. 2. genuine; real: a sincere effort to improve; a sincere friend. 3. pure; unmixed; unadulterated. Today, I found myself using a “sweet” voice as I was trying to get a salesman to go away from my door. I really…

Plum Blossoms in Sepia I remember looking at the plum tree outside my window last fall at the tangle of moss-covered, leafless branches and marvelling that something that looked so dead would ever bear fruit again. I wrote this haiku to capture the moment: filled with promise plum branches rest in autumn darkness We all…

My friend, Trey, sent me this link about buildings in Russia being painted as a way to help people cope with the lack of winter sun and the depression that can come with that. I find this very inspiring and life-affirming. We are such beautiful, creative beings, us humans. It makes me want to find…