When I was in sixth grade or thereabouts, I read a book called, “The Painted Bird” by Jerzy Kasinsky. I read it because I found it on my parents’ bookshelf and I wanted to read the books that grown-ups read.

I read it with the eyes of a sixth grader. I stayed up late reading it when I was supposed to be sleeping. And when I finished reading it, my world had changed. I had discovered that writers can write about anything and make up anything. They can make bad things happen, and good things happen, and they can write about ugly things and mean people and they can make up worlds and places full of scary and sad and magical things. Beyond the story and plot, this is what I learned from The Painted Bird. I got out of bed, found a notebook and a pencil and sat down at the desk my grandmother had rescued from an elementary school. I sat down ready to write about those “things”.

I remember the surface of the wooden desk. I got in trouble for carving my name into it with the beak of a metal penguin figurine. And I sat there thinking, “I’m a writer. I’m gonna be a writer. I want to be a writer. I’m a writer.” and I traced my finger over the carving of my name.

In that moment I was connected to a new kind of relationship with myself and my life. It was my first memorable experience of being passionately connected to purpose. And my purpose was to create what didn’t exist. That’s what this blog is about.


exploring the freedom to create … everything.


Let’s own the power we all have as human beings (a.k.a. creative beings) to cultivate a relationship with ourselves, our expression of ourselves in the world, our purpose, and our creative freedom. We are more powerful than we know. Let’s test the limits & boundaries of time, space, and beauty.

is it too late?

Never. It’s never too late.

We’ve all spent lifetimes doing what’s necessary to pay the rent or the mortgage, we’ve driven cars that have left us stranded in a Target parking lot or on the side of a highway … we’ve done all the things that we do until we reach some point in our lives where we ask the question, “If I’m lucky, I’m facing another 20, 30, or 40+ years of this. Is it enough?” Then we head to the kitchen to cook a lasagna and open another bottle of wine because the answer is, “No.” and that’s a painful answer, but also a powerful one.

claiming creative power

Purpose and the lack of relationship with purpose that leaves women feeling empty and sometimes desperate is an epidemic. And all the things we “use” to avoid feeling this emptiness have the potential to become instruments of self-destruction. I know that sounds extreme, but I believe it’s true.

I believe it’s especially true for women “of a certain age” who’ve had multiple careers (or jobs), cared for families, started and left long-term relationships, loved and lost the precious people from the previous generations of their lineage ( or God forbid lost those younger than them).

What if we don’t let lasagna or wine get in the way of hearing our truth: No. This is not enough. If we pause and allow ourselves to hear that no, in that pause - in that quiet moment - we have the opportunity to take a breath and make a different choice for ourselves. If my life as it is now is a no, what would yes look like? Let’s explore yes.