• Journey of the Inner Wanna Be's,  Long Way Home

    On the Other Side of Adventure

    I am snuggling up at home these days, cats taking turns with my artist hubby for attention.  I was gone from home for 3 weeks, a record for me.  In my sleeping hours, I am still on a journey, trying to figure out where my bed is.  I slept in so many, I think my body forgot which one was really mine! I have a thousand stories floating around in my head, like wanting to share with you all the amazing people I met, unfinished poems about the beauty of America writing themselves on my heart, realizations I made about myself and my life along the way, and the freedom…

  • Life

    Stomping Grounds

    We all have our stomping grounds. Those places that are near and dear to our hearts, that we know like the back of our hand.  The Art Museum of South Texas is that for me.  I have worked there on and off for….gosh, a very long time.  I started there as a drama teacher and gradually developed as an artist enough to offer art classes as well. Now days, I am their go-to girl when the regular art teacher for the kids program (who used to be a student of mine, can you believe it?!) has something come up.  I love keeping a foot in the door there. Recently I…

  • AEDM,  Long Way Home

    City Chic {Long Way Home}

      One of my favorite past times is to spend a few minutes on either side of a trip downtown to explore the city.  I have lived in the same town most of my life.  The downtown was a place we went where I was very young to do a bit of shopping, but much of the posh department stores moved into the malls across town.  The downtown began to get run down.  In high school, the mayoral race focused on whether or not to revive downtown. By the time I graduated from college, the artists had moved in.  A lone coffee called Crazy Ladies was home to the artists,…

  • Long Way Home

    Where Wildflowers Bloom

    I have had a blast deciding how to share my Long Way Home images with you. Sometimes I want to share the story behind the photos and others let them speak for themselves. I want to pair them according to where they were taken and also group them by a shared theme. Today I have gathered a bouquet of flowers. They have been collected over the last couple of years, some close to home, others far. I bring them out today to recognize the rain that recently blessed my back yard. The last two Summers, we have suffered through droughts, but this last week it poured. My back yard is over grown,…

  • Creative Growth,  Long Way Home

    The Twenty Year Path

    I’ve been a long-way-home kinda gal since I was young. Over the last couple of years, I have brought my camera with me on my travels  down the road less taken. The Long Way Home Series shares the best of that gypsy spirit with you by offering up the treasures I have found along the way. Two years ago, my artist hubby, Eric, and I went to Portland and Washington.  I had been invited to the Association for Creativity in Counseling Conference as a presenter and as a recipient of the ACC Graduate Student Award. It was my first trip to the Pacific Northwest. Before I even left for the…

  • Creative Growth

    Listening Inward

    I like to know where I stand.  I like things spelled out in black and white.  I like things tied up, nice and neat. But sometimes life gets messy. And we have to let go of what is safe…. And reach for what is right. If we are lucky, we will find the path that is made for us. But how do we know when it is time to leave the proven for the possible? We listen inward. What do you hear when you get quiet and go inward?

  • Long Way Home

    The Long Way Home

    I am a Long-Way-Home kinda gal.  I recognized it eight years ago when I started dating my hubby. (We actually met eight years ago today!)  He lived about 3 hours away and every night for about a year, we talked on the phone.  My evenings in those days usually found me hanging out at my favorite cafe/bookstore which was in the middle of the town I grew up in. That’s one of my crazy pipe cleaner sculptures on my head. Photo by Earl Parr. When I got his call, I would hop in the car and head home. I wanted the conversation to last, so instead of heading directly to…