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The Room of Resentment

Your lino is shabby and never truly clean. Three earlier layers of flooring show through your cracks and missing tiles, while you’ve bec...
Finding Strength with Kaizen-Muse Coaching Tools

"Where have you been?" you might ask. "You started off so strong, ready to build a creativity business. You were so exci...
Coffee

The revelation that is coffee never gets old. The sting of that first sip in the morning becomes a zing when hot sauce is added to the ...
Illustrated Microstories

Over the past few years, I’ve been occasionally pairing artwork with words. Sometimes it is just a short caption, other times a short s...
Fire Escape

Hot, humid summer Gritty, city streets A stark fire escape, the only chance for relief. I almost didn’t paint the one thing that wo...
My Mirror Image

Sometimes my mirror image does exactly what I do, But other times she goes away and lives a different life or two. Once she was an op...
A Creative's Guide to Surviving the Trump Presidency

I'm angry about the election. Not just because my candidate didn't win, but because millions of people looked racism, misogyny, an...
A Dog Barked

Somewhere a dog barked and I suddenly found the spool of black thread that rolled under the bed. And the turquoise car I could neve...
October 2002

That October when a madman was picking off random people No one saw anything coming, until, “Pop!” Another one dead. We were all on edg...
Together

Here’s an illustrated microstory from August 2020 that never got published. Enjoy!

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