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Inspiration Blog

Zofia to Ottilie

Zofia to Ottilie

Loving Center Stage
Bombastically Flamboyant

Our paths rarely crossed, but when they did, I always walked away from the encounter entertained - but frazzled. We met years ago in a small café somewhere in Alphabet City, Manhattan. At that time, she introduced herself as Zofia. I am uncertain when she transitioned to Ottilie - an educated guess would be at some point during

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Rainy Day Thoughts

Rainy Day Thoughts

Crinkled Paper and Tears
The Mystery Woman

Anticipating an impending storm, I linger inside an empty café and ask for another cup of green tea. My mind is racing. I can't capture a coherent thought. Memories of better days battle with present turmoil and future possibilities. All attempts to stop the revolving tape are useless - but I continue to try. Fortunately, a woman pacing

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Broken Promises

Broken Promises

Dressed in Red
Confidence • Courage • Change

The carefree laughter leaves our home the instant the door closes behind Johnny. My mother swoops me up into her arms and whispers, "I'm sorry." I don't understand what's happening, but I sense overwhelming despair and begin to cry - I am eight years old. 

A glass shatters, and I return to

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Dancing with Ruthie

Dancing with Ruthie

In-Between Dances
Entertaining at Her Private Table

As Aunt Esther and I approach the piano bar at the Daniel Boone Hotel in downtown Charleston, West Virginia, the music and laughter get increasingly louder. Then as always, she takes my hand, and together we sashay through the open doorway. Another exciting Thursday evening begins. Aunt Esther dances off into the

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Passing Noi

Passing Noi

 An Unknown Future
Huddled in an Alcove

There was a time I would pass Noi almost daily as I walked along Changklan Road in Chiang Mai, Thailand. If she were not awkwardly lugging the colorful bags used to store the Hmong Hill Tribe textiles she would attempt to sell wherever she could, I would see her huddled in an abandoned alcove near Anusarn Market sleeping.

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Unmasked

Unmasked

Broken and Alone
Living Inside Flashes of Hell

We exchange a few words before she stands and sluggishly walks to the marble arch for a skillful pause and then heads up Fifth Avenue. I remain seated on the fountain's ledge, my back facing the water as I observe the flamboyant crowd in the park: an authentic theater-in-the-round. There is never a dull moment in New York City. And I welcome the

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A Balanced Life?

A Balanced Life?

A Precarious Stack
On the Verge of Toppling

Surrounded by numerous organic disc-shaped white porcelain chips, I carefully place one on top of the other using my left hand. Not only am I right-handed, but my entire left side is affected by my stroke in 2008. I am approaching thirteen years of living with a body that not only feels awkward but is also not functioning with the agility and

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Holding Tightly

Holding Tightly

The Life We Remember
Is Slipping Through Our Fingers

During our present circumstances, many dread the frequent and straightforward question, "How are you?" The responses are often heartbreaking. Engaging with family, friends, and strangers, I admire those who courageously share their lives as I listen with empathy. They trust me even with their darkest secrets. If only I

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Carefree Days - Gone

Carefree Days - Gone

Stars and Sparkles Burn Out
Reality Wins the War

I immediately forget about my increasing thirst and discomfort as the scorching midday sun beats viciously down on me. My focus diverts to a familiar little girl walking alone, barefoot and disheveled, along Loi Kroh Road in Chiang Mai, Thailand. As we pass, I hear faint melodious sounds escape her plump, pouting, and parched lips.

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The Dancer

The Dancer

Graceful and Passionate
A Dancer Dies Twice

Monique is one of my favorite models at The Académie de la Grande Chaumière in Paris. She chooses poses from an artist's point of view - often exaggerated with an underlying tension; each has a natural quality appearing effortless. Her three-hour sessions are a unique gift that most likely stem from years of studying dance.

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