Getting Real-Rain Rain, Go Away
October 11th, 2023
I don’t think a lot of artists, or business owners in general think about things when they start a business. We all sort of just wing it. Take a business that relies on doing outdoor events for income. Many artisans work from home, have a studio space, pay for a studio, etc. That studio usually isn’t big enough to have a showing of their work. I’ve been at this for 19 years. This month it’s been nineteen years. Wow. Where does the time go? It’s been fun, exhilarating, exciting, amazing and at times, beyond difficult just like you would expect. …
Generation X
January 18th, 2023
I am from Generation X, the generation that was born between 1965 and 1981. We didn’t and don’t use pronouns to describe what we are. We rarely write or type that we are a “she,” a “he,” a “her,” a “they,” a “them,” a WHATEVER. To be honest, we don’t care. You are either a he, or a she in our world. You are trans, straight, bisexual or gay. You’re Polyamorous? In other words, you like to sleep around and you tell the people that you sleep with that you are sleeping around. We accept gay folks,…
Time
December 3rd, 2022
You wake up thinking it’s like any other day, maybe slightly different than the day before. You may be doing something totally different than yesterday, but it’s just another day. Then you receive a text that someone that you just texted with the night before has died. One of their last texts was to you. They told you they weren’t feeling well and then that night, they died in their sleep. I’m still trying to process it. My friend Pam died. I met her in Logan Square when I did a show there back in 2007. She worked for a…
My Lake Sunapee Summer
July 23rd, 2022
MY LAKE SUNAPEE SUMMER The lake is accessible a mere glance away healing me daily in subtle ways It is a neighbor ever welcoming always bearing gifts, a landmark which remains~ possessing a sort of changing mood and graceful acquiescence to each season and weather of every kind. I too am moody but resilient~ and often changing my mind You may find me warm and welcoming or I can turn to ice If the climate isn’t just right. Labile yet reliant on fixtures I find my way with a map of ponds trees and boulders; things that stay. only…
My Life By Design-March Meet The Maker
March 24th, 2022
It’s hard for me to call myself an artist. It’s not easy. It’s not that I don’t believe I am, it’s just a word that at times seems so pretentious. I am a designer. That’s what I am. It all started when I was a kid. I would make my Barbie Doll’s clothes with tissues and aluminum foil and I would color on wrapping paper and make it fit perfectly onto the doll with scotch tape. Then I began drawing. I would draw and create caricatures and cartoon like drawings of girls with big lips and long eyelashes. My Aunt …
Dive
August 27th, 2021
It was a week ago that I was in New Hampshire. One of the best vacations I’ve had in years. How has it only been a week? It feels like forever since I was there. I spent time in VT and CT, too. The funny thing is, I was unsure about going. I made the reservations only a few weeks before. It was kind of a last minute trip. I got the deal of a lifetime for a sweet airbnb in one of the nicest areas of the Sunapee region. A little town next to New London, NH, a…
Stan The Man
June 6th, 2021
How many times have each one of us woken up to bad news? You wake up, look at your phone and there is a text message, or in this case two. “I’m so sick about this, Holly. I can’t even wrap my head around it, I really can’t.” What? Who? On June 6th 2021, a dear friend from high school passed away, Stanley Carl Tworek. His cousin, a Ridley grad, texted me and then called. I had just woken up and as the day wore on, the news and fact that he was gone sunk in a little bit. Just…
Gems
February 11th, 2021
My life is a book of details. Words tell the story, the highs and lows, the friends and foes. I rotate around the sun like a tiny planet enduring changing seasons and changing tides. Into the deep ocean I dive, hoping to survive. To turning a page in this older book. I have entered a new age. Somehow growing younger with eyes and mind full of wonder An ageless soul Who has begun to turn gray, not wanting to decay. I gather diamonds and pearls from others I listen to and hear along the way A journey…
“It’s Not Love”-COVID Conversations
June 30th, 2020
I was in Vermont when I heard about it. My cousin kept mentioning it. I would glance up at the TV only to forget about it. I was on vacation. I didn’t want to hear about some virus. Less than a month later, it was here, but not full force. I came home and one of my oldest friends and I talked about concerts. Are we going to this upcoming show? Should we spend X amount to see Rage Against The Machine, or not? We were trying to decide if we were going to go and then it was cancelled….
Time Out In Vermont- Time Waits For No One.
February 12th, 2020
Today, as I was sitting in a tube otherwise known as an MRI machine, I said to myself, “If this is a herniated disc, it’s alright. I am alright and I don’t regret having gone skiing.” Life is for living. You have to do things now. I spent almost two weeks in Vermont in pain, but I don’t regret it. I am 49. It blows my mind to think that in twenty years, I will be 70. That is crazy. Yes, I went skiing and took a major fall. I should say, I fell three times. But, it brings me…
