This is what I do:
This is what I do:
The Complete Live and Learn and Pass it on.
This is a wise, wise person. I will not wait until I’m 62 to figure this one out.
Letters to My Youth is a project for the people, not artists. This is it’s current culmination though it has another step. I collected so many beautiful letters from people. This room is my letter to my youth. A healing? Maybe. A shrine? Maybe, too. I can tell you that it was comforting to be able to speak to my younger self in such a way. I continue to encourage you to speak to your youths. I have the PO Box for another three months, send me something.
I’m trying this thing with a Projects tab and now I realize that all the things I post must come with stellar pictures. I don’t think this will be as successful as I’d like it to be.
I like ‘em tall and skinny: This is my sick bed scarf. Finished between time spent in the bathroom. (I washed my hands every time and the scarf’s been run through the washer - in case you were concerned.)
This is that afternoon I spent at the beach because I found out that olive oil has an SPF of 7.5. Perfect for short walks and normal days of transit. And sun lays? No. Don’t worry, most of the time my pale ass, white-white, cancer prone skin was completely covered. Except for one spot under my right shoulder that was sunburnt.
My first trip to a Chicago beach was thus successful: two folks throwing a football around poorly, and instead of moving to a less populated area the ball just kept landing on people, an attractive man playing volleyball with a friend, a couple watching the man just the same as I was, a juggler and a hulahooper.