Kindergarten… Amber and gold colored bits of paper floating away on the wind… Guilty glances as I destroyed the evidence… My earliest memory of a boy professing his love for me happened in Kindergarten. Kindergarten translates into “children’s garden” or “garden of children.” The word was coined by German educator Friedrich Frobel as a metaphorical… Continue reading Garden of Children
This #StPatricksDay have a bony, blessed day! #morbidlyadorable
I am guilty of falling in love with every book I pick up. My most recent string of love affairs… #amreading #bookslut #amreading #bookslut The Real Peter S. Beagle Cheryl Strayed Alice Hoffman Gillian Flynn Jodi Picoult
In having a conversation with my cousin, I told her it is time for me to move to a new state in the next couple of years. I think it is time to go where my people are. I have long told myself, I have no people. No one like me exists. I will find someone, and we will… Continue reading When all you want is Tiramisu, but life is full of Sardines…
You are safe with me. I stand beside you. #safetypin
*Pssst* I voted! Unless you vote, you’re leaving it up to someone like me who paints cartoons for a living! #myvote2016 #voted #electionday
Every day is a celebration and reverence for the dead for me. I did not grow up with Dia de Los Muertos in my family, but certain deaths in my life made this part of my fabric. El Dia de Los Muertos is a complex blend of culture, history and tradition. There is a nice… Continue reading Feliz Dia de Los Muertos!
Ogden Nash may have perceived the praying mantis as a lost Atlantean, but for me, she was a tiny prophet offering salvation on a searing summer day.
As I cautiously traced my fingers across the 78 cards, I never imagined I would conjure the most ominous image in the tarot. You are guessing that I drew the Death card, no? Hollywood seduces you into believing a Candyland of curses will be unleashed when the Death card is drawn by the seeker. Even… Continue reading Ten of Swords
I am the Girl with the Octopus Heart. Last seen cloaked in a filmy black shroud, I haven’t heard from my Little Ticker since it went into mourning. Heartbreak must be excruciating for the octopus who has three delicate hearts. Do they all break at the same time? Do they take turns with the stronger supporting the weaker? Maybe… Continue reading Girl with the Octopus Heart