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Highlights from “the Treehouse era”

The Living Goddess Exhibit (Video)

Thank you to everyone who supported this personal, transcendental endeavor of mine. The show was a hit! We wanted everyone to experience the magic of the Goddesses, so here’s a full YouTube link of the show, filmed entirely on smartphone. Like and share with everyone you love.

Empowered By The Goddesses

Last night can’t be undone. Magic happened to this scraping-by artist. Months of anxious planning and preparation, interrupted by life and health events, and here it was: my poetry exhibit. Performed beautifully by goddesses of their own caliber, embodying influential archetypes much needed in this post-election week. We gathered to share, we’re not scared. When … Continue reading Empowered By The Goddesses

It’s Dress Up Time!

Busy, busy, like a queen honeybee, pumping out ideas, designs, and information with little breaks in between to breathe. Ask for help will I? Why? Everything’s under control, yep…everything is errythang. Whew. Who am I kidding?? These last two years, I had been producing works for publication and sale. After joining the band, I was … Continue reading It’s Dress Up Time!

Fred is Dead

(I wrote this in reflection of my former neighbor’s shocking and untimely death. At first I wasn’t going to post, but I have to honor the guy who, as complicated our relationship was, inspired my artistry on several occasions. I pour one out for you, buddy.) “I bet you got that tattoo long time ago, … Continue reading Fred is Dead

American History Why

HIS VOICE. I had to hear it again. UGH. Not that I wanted to, AT ALL, but I had to. Phone calls from the mortgage company, asking for my ex-husband, were growing in repetition now over a month. I’m not involved with the Texas house anymore. I said to him, peacefully, I didn’t want any … Continue reading American History Why

The Puppy Is A Poet

My book options are either a rich girl with predictable life problems or a rumpled copy of a vampire story. Like Suzanne on Orange Is The New Black, I feel, “Vampires are derivative,” so I stick with the somehow New York Times Bestseller paperback. There’s literally nothing to do between med checks, so I designed … Continue reading The Puppy Is A Poet

Do I Care?

This week I commemorate two years of living in The Treehouse, and the metamorphosis from shadow artist to blissful writer.   During the journey, I made time to answer questions long unaddressed, by reading, reflecting and journaling. Constant journaling. This particular journal entry is one of my favorites; for one, expression of style really emerged, as … Continue reading Do I Care?

Eviction Number Four

Police knock at the front door. The lock is picked. “Sheriff’s Office!” I scurry to the bathroom and press into the far left corner. If he opens fire, I’ll be out of range. This will be Eviction Number Four, in the two years I’ve lived here. The first eviction seemed legitimate. A couple, young, brash, … Continue reading Eviction Number Four

You Don’t Have AIDS

The screen flashes my age: 26. Then a figure in a triangle shape, signifying female. After that it displays my height, five feet eight inches. The screen clears to zero, which is the digital scale’s signal for me to place the pads of my feet on top of the sensors. The screen momentarily goes blank, … Continue reading You Don’t Have AIDS

“Death Is Real”

Yesterday was a New Moon in Scorpio. You astrology enthusiasts know, the new moon signifies new beginnings, and the sign the moon phase occurs in determines the cosmic tone, if you will, for the cycle until the next moon. For me, new moon in Scorpio is usually a headbanger. I tend to experience something visceral … Continue reading “Death Is Real”

I Come From The Water

Original Post Date August 14, 2013 at 01:32 PM Von finds the answers to her editing problems underwater. Dive in! The story goes, my siblings and I learned how to swim by being tossed in the deep end of the pool, and the goal was to reach the awaiting parent on the opposite end before … Continue reading I Come From The Water