Even after the passing of my one-of-a-kind grandmother who always encouraged me with a verbal two-by-four to do something with my five or six talents, I was reminded of her challenge again and again when friends would gently say, "Do something with your art!"

Admittedly, there were times when I would be listening to students recite poetry or render lines from a Shakespearean play with one ear, and the other would be tuned into the internal static of an idea that needed to be brought to life later at home with a paintbrush or paper, scissors and glue. Teaching was my life's passion for seventeen years, but a child brought art back into my life and turned my kitchen into a studio.

The birth of my daughter marked the beginning of a sabbatical from teaching and an artistic renaissance for me. Together, we make art every day: I draw pictures, and she paints watercolors.
I am fortunate to be able to create art that reflects my love of language.