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Call Me RACHEL: #BOAW2018
Last night, I started painting too late. I was tired. I tried to rest, but I saw her. Fully formed. So I…
The Hairiest Snizz
NOTE: This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest VI! To read more entries, and potentially win a fun…
Why I Won’t Be Invited To That Party Again: The Day I Called Someone Out for a Racist Joke
I’m at a party when, suddenly, the affluent host makes a horrendous racist joke. Sitting just outside the group, I watch the men laugh uproariously…
Changing The Things I Cannot Accept: Time To Fight For Feminism, Ladies
In 1991, I landed my first job, teaching 3rd grade English as a Second Language. Kathy, the teacher with whom I worked,…
3 Things the Universe Wants Me to Do
I’m wicked competitive. No matter what I do, I want to be the best at it. I don’t mean the best that…
Soul Soothings & a #Giveaway
Something that you may not know about me is that I don’t metabolize heavy metals properly. This summer, I had my levels…
A Positive Review & a #Giveaway
For years, people have asked me if I have a website where they could buy my art, and I kept telling them…
A New Bikini & Art #Giveaway
Back in July, I decided I needed a new bikini, so I went to Target. While in the changing area, I met a woman…
Finding Humility at the NY State Fair
My family went to the New York State Fair every summer. We visited The Dairy Building to check out the enormous butter…
The Truth About Identity Theft: A Cautionary Tale
I tend to operate under the assumption that there are more honest people in the world than dishonest ones. While in Arizona, I learned that con artists walk amongst us, that there are people who get a thrill out of hurting other people, just because they can. I learned that people lie, cheat, and manipulate to get what they want. I made myself vulnerable to this type of attack because I was vulnerable and trusted the wrong people….