The past two months have been full of artistic adventures for our family. Two of my favorite highlights were taking my daughter to see The Nutcracker performed by the Chesapeake Ballet Company and spending a quiet afternoon wandering the National Portrait Gallery, one of my personal favorites. For MLK Day, we celebrated through movement by attending a powerful dance performance by Company Z and Baltimore Dance Tech at the Reginald F. Lewis Museum — a perfect fit for me since I’m such a fan of dance.
Azerbaijani singer Fatma Mukhtarova Photo in the Public Domain
I’ve actually never been to the Strathmore myself, but my daughter visited on a recent class field trip and came home excitedly reciting composers’ names and asking to hear more Beethoven. What I love about the Strathmore is how many enriching arts experiences it offers without requiring a big budget. It’s truly one of the cultural anchors of our region, and I’m looking forward to finally experiencing it in person soon. I’m also hoping to make my way to Afternoon Tea at the Mansion. It’s been on my list for a while. Additionally, about a month ago, I went to afternoon tea at Lady Camellia and I highly recommend it. It was pink and cute and the tea and sandwiches were delicious. It’s a wonderful way to spend a slow Saturday afternoon if you love tea. It may even be nice to make a date of both. Here are some cool things to know about Strathmore:
Always‑Free & Pay‑What‑You‑Can Options
Free admission to rotating visual art exhibitions inside the Mansion
Bloom by Strathmore events offered free or pay‑what‑you‑can (concerts, workshops, community performances)
Seasonal free outdoor concerts on the lawn — perfect for picnics with kids
Free and low‑cost youth arts programs offered throughout the county
Accessible events designed to bring the arts directly into neighborhoods
Upcoming shows I am looking at Katherine McPhee and David Foster. I saw bits of the show on Youtube and it looks like they are sharing a lot of the songs David Foster wrote for some of music’s biggest stars. I may catch a symphony as well and take my kids. It’s good to expose them early for their travels throughout the world.
This year has flown by. We have lots to look forward to in the upcoming year as well as lots to take advantage of. Housing, healthy food, art, stories, faith, and of course family.
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With young kids, a lot of my mental space is taken up, especially since my daughter is still losing teeth. I got tired of the usual “put it under the pillow and leave money” routine, so I decided to make little money envelopes. They’re great because when your child loses a tooth, they can color the envelope and place it under their pillow. While they’re asleep or out of the room, you can use a matching envelope to add money, or use the one they decorated. I’ll be adding these to the family section of my shop later this week, along with a tooth fairy envelope that tells a story. Subscribers will get exclusive access to one-of-a-kind original artwork and some fun extras for everyone. Do you use tooth fairy bags for your kids? I’d love to know how you handle it.
I am adding these in the family section of the shop later this week if you want to grab a few for yourself. I am creating a tooth fairy envelope that can tell a story as well.
For my subscribers there will be an invite only to one of a kind original artwork and then some fun stuff for all.
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Outside of this fancy mug I just splurged buying, it’s been hard to think about what I’ve spent a lot of money on. I do have quite a few art supplies and all of them were costly. In the past, my most expensive purchase would have been my computer but I’ve added a few bells and whistles to my life since then. Oh, I do remember buying a few designer bags. They were exciting, but buying the $300 worth of fabric for the first gown I sewed was more exhilarating.
I feel the best in life when I’m getting a deal. While I’m not a full on haggler on prices, I do like to take my time comparison shopping, and scouring the shelves like a detective for discounts. In truth, depending on when the season is, different things are expensive at different times. I remember buying tomatoes as an adult while trying to become an entrepreneur because the job market was meh, was a challenge. But when it comes to my art supplies, and fabric, I have had no regrets.
In the future, I think I may add trips and hotels to this list, but for now, these are things that feed my soul and are worth the expense.
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Devoted to the Drama: A Romance Writer’s Ritual I just got a pass to preview some upcoming shows, and I’m absolutely thrilled to start writing reviews. You’ll be able to get your fix on Blush and Bone right here on the site. Full transparency: I’ll soon be looking for a writing partner in the romance game. So if you’re as obsessed with love stories as I am, stay tuned. Nothing makes me feel more alive, more grounded, or more gratified than watching highly dramatic, emotionally charged romance movies. I love curling up in bed or on the couch and diving into stories where people break up to make up, take down their stalker, find true love, start over in a small town, or fall into Christian love — you name it. If it’s dramatic and romantic, I’m in. I even got my kids hooked early. When my son was struggling with language development, I had him sit with me and watch movies. Looking back, I wish I’d chosen General Hospital over all those creepy neighbor thrillers — because now he occasionally sounds like “that guy.” It’s funny… but also, you know. I have fond memories of my daughter Calais and I in her little hospital bed (me on the side) watching shows. I can still hear her shaky little voice from behind her mask saying, ” oh no, he’s got a gun!” I’m sure a four year old didn’t need to see that, but she was entertained and that’s what it was about. More often than not, there is a happy ending in sight. These movies are predictable, and that’s exactly why they work. It’s the classic “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Like going to McDonald’s — you know the fries will hit every time. It’s the reason I would never boycott Hulu or Lifetime, they are just too awesome.
I don’t watch as many movies as I used to, but I’m making a vow: two romance films a week, and a review for each. I recently scored an amazing deal on an Amazon television for $99 (seriously, check it out while it lasts), and it inspired me to dive back in. First up: The Neighbor (2017). I wrote a review about it — and trust me, you’ll want to decide for yourself whether neighbor “Mike” is the kind of guy you’d want living next door.
So, let’s talk about The Neighbor (2017). It’s the kind of movie that proves one universal truth: if your neighbor knows more about your life than your best friend does, you’re in danger. Period.
Mike Fichtner plays the world’s least subtle widower, living next door to a shiny new couple. At first, he’s just your average lonely guy — watering the lawn, saying hi too much — and then boom, suddenly he’s in their kitchen, in their business, and maybe in their nightmares. Imagine Ned Flanders if he swapped “hi-diddly-ho” for ominous stares and bad timing.
The Funny-but-Creepy Stuff:
That backyard barbecue. One minute it’s burgers and beers, the next it’s “so how stable is your marriage?” Sir, pass the ketchup and calm down.
His relentless “neighborly visits.” At this point, he’s less neighbor and more unpaid life coach nobody asked for.
Everyone around just shrugs like, “Yeah, that’s Bob. He’s weird.” Ma’am, Bob is plotting.
Pros:
Mike Fichtner is a masterclass in resting-creep-face. Half the tension is just him existing on screen.
The whole “suburban nightmare” aesthetic is strong — it looks like a Pottery Barn catalog but with secrets.
Predictable, yes. But it’s the cinematic version of comfort junk food. Sometimes you want steak, sometimes you want mac and cheese from a box.
Cons:
The middle act drags — we didn’t need that many awkward silences.
The supporting cast could’ve been replaced by mannequins in Banana Republic clothes.
The climax? More like a drizzle than a storm. I wanted fireworks; I got damp sparklers.
Final Take: This isn’t a genre-bending thriller. It’s not even trying to be. The Neighbor is for people (me) who secretly love Lifetime thrillers and don’t care that they all follow the same script. Creepy, predictable, and easy to swallow — like watching bad reality TV, you know it’s trashy but you can’t look away.
If You Like This, Watch That:
The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (1992) — still the gold standard of “helpful stranger ruins your life.”
Disturbia (2007) — actual suspense, plus teenage nosiness.
The Watcher (Netflix, 2022) — because one weird neighbor is never enough.
The Rental (2020) — nosy meets Airbnb horror, and it does not end well.
Leave the World Behind (2023) — paranoia, neighbors, and the sense that everyone knows more than they’re telling.
The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window (2022) — for when you want your neighbor-creep fix with a wink and some wine.
Fresh from 2024/2025: Apartment 7A (2024) — psychological thriller in the Rosemary’s Baby universe, AKA “don’t trust your neighbors, ever.”
Also 2025’s The Deliverance (Lee Daniels) — not exactly suburban snooping, but definitely brings that unnerving, who’s-watching-you energy.
Bottom line: The Neighbor is like reheated thriller leftovers — a little bland, a little mushy, but oddly satisfying at 11 p.m. when you just need something familiar, creepy, and snackable.
I love romance from all around the world, and urban movies also– stay tuned.
I especially love food that uses lots of fresh ingredients. I love Spanish foods that are fried but topped with large amounts of vegetables and citrus. Spanish food is always a go to. Especially the lighter fair.
I love fish. Living on the island of Saipain,I ate a lot of fresh caught fish roasted over open fires. Asian food is great because it’s largely meat and seafood and fresh vegetables. I love the spices of Middle Eastern food as well, and Ethiopian food is very yummy. I love Italian food that’s not too heavy. I love bread, olives, cheese, and homemade sauce. However, too much gnocchi and I will have a problem on my hands. My kids could eat Italian food daily. If all they had were breadsticks, salad, and garlic bread, they’d be in heaven.
All in all, I love food that is not overly processed. Food that feels like a meal and not a preservative filled snack.
All in all, I’m open. As long as we aren’t recreating an episode of Fear Factor, I’m good.
I’ve really lost that fun gene. I’m either no fun or too much fun. Either way, I think it’s time for more of the latter. The truth is I am in a stage of re-discovery. I’m Slowly learning what I like and don’t like. I have my staple activities like movies, art and yoga but I can see travel in my future.
Lately I’ve been looking at various yoga retreats and artist residencies in an attempt to mix work with pleasure. These are so cost effective it’s hard not to pass up.
In this season of my life I can say it’s beautiful but it’s also bittersweet. I lost a lot in my pursuit of happiness and regaining of myself. But, it had to be done. Now that all that’s left behind me is a bunch of foreign land it’s time to rebuild. It’s time to think about what kind of life I want to build this go round. I want to build something beautiful.
I want creativity, colors, and the wonders of nature and enterprise. Something that is an accurate reflection of who I truly am. For this, I am willing to take time. But, I can see some fun along the way.
Believe it or not, there is nothing in my life that hasn’t been foreshadowed. It just always looks different when it arrives. I had a dream last night that left me with a very warm feeling. The best is yet to come. (No rush though) I never have just stopped and smelled the roses of life and this past year I have done that. When you slow down, take a back seat, or a lesser job like I did —you can see what you want. You can also see what you don’t want. Knowing what you want and don’t want is new territory for me. It’s scary, but I won’t compromise it. It’s been the best gift to myself.
I’ve recently switched my news watching to comedy shows. I like to laugh. Laughing and being lighthearted is something that has fallen by the wayside and I am on a serious mission to recover it.
If you are having fun, I would love some tips. What are some cool things you’d recommend?
Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.
When I think about a man who has positively impacted my life, it’s hard to pick just one. I’ve met lots of gentlemen in my life. It’s the reason I know they exist and they can be difficult to find. A characteristic that I appreciate the most in men, outside of kindness, is wisdom. Believe it or not, wisdom is hard to come by. You can find intelligence, but wisdom is a bit more difficult.
I grew up in a two-parent household with my stepfather who raised me. I actually felt he was hard on me most times, and that made me angry growing up. But, when I think about how I present myself to the world in professional situations, how I interview well, how to persevere, and how to tap into my feminine side—that came from my dad.
I think it’s a misconception that strong women have no men in their life. It’s actually quite the opposite. I like to tell the story of how my dad taught me to drive and he took me to get my learner’s and I failed because I couldn’t parallel park. So he told me to wear something “better” and flash a bright smile so I could pass my test the next time. Well, let’s just I passed the next time with flying colors!
My dad was a wellspring of advice. His famous line of, “boys only want the cookies without the milk” to when I was down telling me to “do what I got to do to make it through” and then buying me jewelry always brightened my day. I didn’t always get gifts but I got a lot. It made me appreciate nice things and that’s important to experience.
My biological father was brilliant as well. I didn’t grow up with him and I actually reconnected with him in adulthood, but he made me feel special. Maybe because we looked so much alike. He was someone blessed with a with a wellspring of ideas. He always had new ideas, each one better than the next. He reminded me of Walter Younger from A Raisin In The Sun. Sort of like a giant among ants. Throughout my life, I have had spiritual fathers of different races that felt compelled to take me under their wing over the years and I believe it’s part of the reason my mind is so expansive. I am a good listener and I listen to everything that wise people impart.
I’m so quiet, I think they forget I’m there, but I have sat at some powerful tables listening and often taking notes.
I only have had two challenging relationships in my lifetime. Overall, I have been treated well in love. I don’t have a ton of people to compare it to but the challenging relationship had an imbalance of feminine energy.
I am more on the soft side as a default but I have toughened up over the last few years. I am not a woman that understands men naturally, I actually learned the mind of man from having a teenage son.
All I hear about day in and day out is his “manhood.” That always makes me smile. I also see the way his little sister adores him and how much he adores her. They are my inspiration when I think of a good give and take. One of my favorite things about my son is his ability to express himself, say he is sorry, and remember your favorite things.
So when I think about a man who positively impacted my life I can’t think of simply one. But I think about that loyal, encouraging, wise, and even at times funny, characteristic that runs through them all.
When people encounter me, I hope they will leave with the warm and fuzzies. They often leave with a clear head or feeling like they want to embark on a new journey. All of it is good to me. It’s not necessarily my intention, but I like to see situations from all sides. I feel it’s the best way to be fair and balanced.
When you connect with me, I want you to feel like how I like to feel. I like to feel good. I like to feel like people are rooting for me—it’s the same energy I give off.
I was having a conversation with a woman who had stopped by my table at a sustainability fair and she just blurted out “wow, I feel so comfortable talking to you.” That’s what it should be. You should be unjudged and safe to be yourself. Who among us is perfect? I know I’m not, but at the end of the day, I hope to be loved and at minimum, listened to.
This confident self-awareness is new for me. For a long time I had no voice or anything to say. Today, after fighting many battles, I’m happy in my skin and with who I am. I owe a lot of it to nature and grounding myself in nature. If there is one thing I am the most grateful for in my life it is the great outdoors. I’m a total nature girl: camping, tree hugging, creek water gathering, jam making and berry foraging woman.
I’m still working out some kinks in my system, but I like to be real.
I’m not perfect but I am authentic. To many people authenticity often feels like love in a heavily curated world. Getting others to their authentic selves is something I do best, just by being me. If someone isn’t authentic I don’t hate them, I actually relate to them because for the majority of my life I was queen of the carbon copies. Sometimes it’s like that. Without it we’d have no reason to go on a journey of self discovery.
How would like others to connect with you? How would you like to be seen? Sometimes it’s about grounding ourselves and becoming more natural. It’s about being natural and showing your flaws—while striving towards your betterment.
I just like knowing people will be there for me because I know I’d be there for them. It’s not easy to find, but no matter what, I still will be me. I never want to make what someone doesn’t do affect what I do. I want to still extend love if I can and as long as it doesn’t hurt. And if God protects babies and fools, then I am good with being a fool. At least I’m protected.
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?
This story is old, but I started acting overseas at a young age. I was discovered at the bumper cars by a German woman scouting a movie and I ended up being called in and getting a small role. I played the best friend of the cheerleader. Ironically, I seemed to reincarnate this “friend of the cheerleader” role many times in my future. Now, I think I’m too long in the tooth at this point to do any high kicks, but it certainly did last a long time. I still do a movie or two a year. I did one last year, that ended up in a film festival. Acting is always fun. But, I think I like to connect with audience even more.
When I look back on pictures like this, it makes me feel like I am performing. While I am more comfortable giving a speech, being on stage and in front of the camera in general—I am looking to do so in a way that is meaningful. I have been building up my credentials in ways that would allow me to serve, and continue to help others. I like to think of the world as a stage. A very big one.
When I think of all the things I’ve been through, it only makes sense to share the ways that God and has changed me. In the past I was overly emotional, quick to assume, and often looking for love in the wrong places. I had many wounds that I allowed other people to reopen and today I have strong barriers and zero codependency. If anything I love this newfound freedom. I’d never go back. In my opinion feebleness and desperation aren’t the best energy for the stage. However a love filled person is.
Today, I have acquired quite a few bumps and bruises, but I feel more alive and connected than I ever have. I feel secure and even surrendered to the wondrous places life can take me.
I know this is a bit far off into my future, but I actually think of how I’d be as a grandmother. I look forward to sharing all of the crazy things I experienced while baking some pretty tasty cookies. These days I have learned that it truly isn’t how you started, it’s how you keep on going.
When I get back on anyone’s stage, I’ll share that.
Always remember that life is a stage, you are the star, keep on keeping on—show em who you are!
Growing up I was very impulsive. Like hop in cars and on planes on a whim, and even down to get engaged because: I-felt -like it–impulsive. Looking back, I never really had a bunch of regrets because I was so caught up in the moment. Which can be good. Living in the moment is a constant reminder that today is really the only day that’s promised and so you live it full out. I tend to believe I was always following my heart and passions and that my gut checks were largely right. I have no regrets when I look back on life. It was definitely full force ahead.
Well, I did have my blind spots. The only place I never seem to follow my instincts full out is when it comes to love. You know that reckless abandon that makes you want to run towards someone and never look back? Yeah, that’s always been scary for me. I mean, what if I fall in love myself? Kind of like what ended up happening over and over any way–but that’s another story for another time.
I think the best relationships don’t worry about the fall out, or maybe they do worry about it and don’t care, either way it’s a gamble. You never can tell what’ll happen on the crazy, sexy, outrageous train of love.
There is another side to making strange gut decisions, and that is feeling something and ignoring it. How many times, have you felt like,” this person is sooo perfect. Wait, no they’re too perfect…let me check out someone a bit more flawed or familiar?” That’s actually trauma. That’s an unhealed area of life and maybe even a revelation on allowing television and social media to shape your relationships.
The correct choice was probably the person that you may have had to take a leap of faith with. Maybe they weren’t that exciting but they made you laugh or they studied you intently when you spoke. Maybe they were the person that made you lose track of time, or you feel safe, when you’re used to feeling reckless.
Or when it comes to love and relationships you can be so detached from your sacral and root chakras, and detached from the truth of who you are, and what you want, that you decide to just date someone’s resume. That way, you know you won’t make a mistake. It’s a quiet kept secret but men do this too. They often go towards someone’s resume and what their parents want and fully ignore what makes they happy. Later on down the line they find themselves suffering in silence over the one that got away.
“Reflections of You” (2021) Korean Drama
That kind of love that has your stomach twisted in knots, but is forbidden on so many levels, is depicted so well in the Korean drama “Reflections of You”. I have never seen two people look so miserable apart, and while one stays attached to the one he was loyal to from the beginning and the other lives her best painter life but has an empty marriage, it is an ongoing cat-and-mouse chase of self-denial and unnecessary hell. They both could have kept their smiles and become the artists they were born to be had they simply stayed together. But loyalty called them both, and they paid for it royally. Don’t get me wrong I would done the same thing and have done the same thing, but we are looking at the road less travelled during the road to reconstructing the self.
It’s a position where you have to ask yourself what is more important: instinct or loyalty? It’s a difference between the devil you know and the devil you don’t know.
Needless to say, if this was a easy cut and dry topic, there wouldn’t be so many relationship podcasts out there pondering the subject. Following your instincts are for those who are willing to take big risks for a big reward. Oftentimes, it calls for going against tradition and even coming up against naysayers. What would you do? Do you often follow your instincts? Or do you follow them in some instances and not in others?
My goal for life going forward is to take on the courage of my spiritual guides and advisors. I plan to go big or go home. I may seem to be taking baby steps, but in my mind I am leaping forward. How about you?
A chance meeting with a stranger could change your life forever.
Summer Mitchell wasn’t known for taking shortcuts, breaking the rules, or doing much of anything really outstanding. Maybe she was known for her good looks, but like so many other things in her life, they were fading. At least she felt so.
She’d largely spent her prime years being a mother, wife, and physical therapist. The latter fell by the wayside after she lost her daughter Amirah. After that, she just couldn’t seem to get it together. However, she was a really good physical therapist. At least that’s what her patients always told her when she was practicing.
It was tragic that she’d seemingly let it go forever. Although she sat with many regrets she chalked it up to the sacrifices of being a mother. Her kids loved her at home, and even her husband Darius didn’t want things to change. But, at some point, he realized if he wanted to see his wife smile again he needed to do something different. Little did he know all that had transpired as a result of his pushing and prodding her back into the workforce. They both knew it wasn’t because they needed the money, it was because he hated seeing her mope around all the time. The spark that drew her to him so many years ago had faded and he didn’t know how to get it back. Lately, it seemed like his efforts to get Summer motivated had worked too well. Ever since she went to that basketball game with Stephanie, she’d been a different woman. She was working longer hours and hanging out with her friend way more often than he could stand. Darius knew better not to question her or she’d blow up in his face and threaten to leave. He knew he was largely responsible for her outbursts, but he wondered if would it get better or was she gone forever.
***
Summer and Rob stood in the parking lot next to her truck after his game for what felt like the tenth time. It was a cool night, and she was not dressed for the weather. Most nights they stood staring at each other next to the car door or holding hands over the hood. This time was no different except, she was looking to make it come to an end. Every time she looked into his eyes, or he said her name, she felt like running away with him but–something kept stopping her.
“Talk to me,” he said. “Are we just going to stand here or are we going to my house? Talk to me. Or at least stand closer to me.”
His face was illuminated by the lights that hung overhead. Despite her best intentions, they were outside and out in the open. The energy was palpable, and they weren’t hiding.
“You want honesty?”
He nodded slowly and licked his lips. Summer felt dizzy.
As she was about to speak a gust of wind blew her hair into her eyes.
He stepped forward and carefully moved the strands from her face.
“I should pull your hair right now,” he said.
“I think I would love it,” she smiled.
They laughed. Clearly, they caught each other off guard with their honesty.
He squinted at her and folded his arms.
“What do you want? Summer? Do yourself a favor and be honest for once in your life.”
“I want you,” she said stepping closer. “I know I am horrible for it but, I think what I want is to love and support you forever. I want to be led by you. I want to do what you say and follow you around this world forever. That’s what I want. That’s what I feel when I am next to you.” She couldn’t believe she was talking like this; it just wasn’t who she was.
His face grew intense. She saw his fists tense up against the hood. Something about those words leaving her mouth made him want to take her with him forever. She could forget her life, she wasn’t happy anyway. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that. Despite what it seemed like to the few people he told about Summer, he had a code of ethics. He would never take a man’s girl. He would just force her to leave him.
“You really mean that? You think you want all of me Summer?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if you are ready.”
“I don’t know either, but trust me, I could handle whatever you put me through.”
She could hear him breathing. He reached out and pulled her closer.
“Come here.”
She shook her head no.
“Why?”
“Because if I take one step closer to you, I won’t leave. Rob, I meant what I said, but I also can’t do anything about it.”
“F-it then, stay with me. Why deny how you feel?” He pulled her closer and tried to give her a kiss.
Summer put her hand on his chest in a weak effort to create space. Not that she could stop the electricity passing between them. Was this love? No, not like this.
“Rob, I have kids.”
“Ok, ok, I get it” he sighed letting go of her waist. “So, you’re done with me?”
He kept trying to catch her eyes. If she was done, he wanted to see it. But she kept looking away. All of it was too dangerous.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”
They entered the car and drove down the road in silence. Every now and then she could feel his fingers gently graze her wrist, or timidly reach forher shoulder, all of which sent shivers down her spine. When he reached over and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, she couldn’t resist the desire to lean in and offer him full range.
“You know can’t run from me forever, right?” he smiled. “I don’t really like losing and I don’t plan to.”
“No, I can’t run. I don’t want to run I think I want to just stop.”
He laughed, moving his fingers up to the back of her ears. “You think or you know Summer?”
He clearly enjoyed seeing her flustered. She pushed his hand away.
“Honestly Rob, why me? I’m almost a decade older than you. I am your therapist and I have already crossed way over the line.”
“Why not you?”
“Why are you pressing me so hard? Slim pickings on the playground?”
“Bro, there you go with that again. I already told you age is a number. Plus, you’re still young enough to have a kid if you wanted to. Not saying you do but…”
“No. I don’t want to.”
She could feel him still staring at her as they rode in silence. Was he really thinking about babies? She couldn’t think about kids especially being such a horrible mother right now.
She prayed a silent prayer in her head. Please take this from me.
As much as she knew she should turn away, she still wanted to be his therapist.
Stay tuned for more and you can read the entire novella soon on Amazon Kindle.
As many of you know this art journey has been my soul’s journey and serves as a well spring of healing. Especially when it is created among a sisterhood. Please join us for an evening of poetry and connection this September 8, 2022. The exhibition will be at the Sandy Spring Museum. There will be an open mic night and we encourage you to come through and speak your mind. Register: The Sandy Spring Museum. See you there!
