After teaching for oh so many years, I realized I had neglected my own creative urges. First I began writing poetry, then letterpress printing and connecting with like-minded people– and suddenly I was learning again, one of my favorites “places” to be.
On any given day, you’ll find me printing cards or cleaning old metal type. I sell my cards and prints on ETSY, and locally here:
I can’t cook, though I love to eat. I can’t paint or draw, though I create art. I have failed at yoga, but I am beginning to meditate and drum. Somehow this all comes together.