….because I am an artist. Because I am an artist. And baffled and mystified and confused. Part of my job is to daydream, come up with new ideas, and to just be. And I feel guilty about that. I was raised with a VERY Midwestern work ethic. “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a… Continue Reading
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I must have been crazy….
….or was I? I first separated from my, now, ex-husband around Thanksgiving in 2006. I knew something wasn’t right. I just wasn’t happy. I was actually, rarely happy. Don’t get me wrong. He was and is a marvelous, wonderful, generous, very handsome man. We rarely argued. He was good to me. Very good. But, something… Continue Reading
