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The Nancy Who Drew Buildings*

I got into rendering buildings because one night I drew a candleholder. Continue reading

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Personal Items: Desk

Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading

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The Divine Feminine

My type of feminine energy has been ‘out of fashion’ since the 1980s when women started going to the gym. Okay, before that. Because no woman in her right mind – but I wasn’t in my in my mind at all – I was in my heart. Continue reading

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Happy New Year

New Year’s Eve in the late 1950s, when you were too young to look back and not old enough to look forward, but you remember those magical nights when you could stay up till midnight in New York City. Continue reading

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Bygone Times

I know we can’t go back, but I do like remembering… Continue reading

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Connections Never Die

Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading

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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift

It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading

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