Charlotte Perkins Gilman ~ The Yellow Wall Paper

Personally, I disagree with their ideas.
Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.
But what is one to do?
I did write for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good deal--having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.

~Charlotte Perkins Gilman ~ The Yellow Wallpaper



Wednesday, November 2, 2016

CHASE IDENTITY




Why does my credit card log in page have a picture background of a local market in my Metro area?

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

There are times I think of my childhood...
this is one of those times...

my father's mother (Oma) always had Tang, Chef Boyardee Raviolis, Oscar Myer Cooked Ham Slices, Vienna Fingers, and Canned Mandarin Oranges...

She fed her family as best she could with what she was allowed to use. 
She followed directions.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Dearborn Novelty Arts




The Yellow Doll Paper@Dearborn Novelty Art

3726 Monroe Dearborn, MI 48124

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Process

Posting here hasn't been at all a habit. In fact, typically I fear posting anything - especially in 1st person because of the immediate schism of publicity that ripples through my brain once I press "publish" and acknowledge the permanence of judgement I have exposed myself to

- like the first day of swimsuit season at the community pool - 

HERE IS MY ALMOST NAKED WHITE PASTY BODY PLEASE JUDGE ACCORDINGLY

I always feel an unrest churning inside of me - in my gut- when tasked with writing publicly.

I speak publicly everyday now. In class I average about two hrs each day, but this does not cause the same anxiety. In fact the speaking itself, the calm command with which i choose the words inside of a classroom, has a peaceful cadence. The delivery. The reception. All sorts of ideas and opinions and judgments exchanged in balance...at least that is how i feel it...

But the more I read and read and read and read - because that's my 'job', and that's my 'world', and I love my 'job', and i love my 'world'...

So... the more I read, the more I think "...maybe, just maybe I have something just as profound to write as these people...these people that I read from..."

Maybe I have something worthy.