I'm over here working my buns off for the next online class (mixed media journaling) which of course will contain everything but the ki...

It isn't you, it's me. Having a lot on my plate just now as I'm sure you do too. Shellie has been coming over every day and han...

Okay, she isn't little; she's my grown daughter and she hasn't painted in ever so long but feeling the depression and sadness o...

Is it even possible that 32 years have passed since this picture was taken? An old friend sent it to me in a Christmas card; precious memor...

Wooden Spade from Bountiful, Utah. Please send me your address and I'll get it to the publisher who will mail you your free copy. And t...

Last year Jill Berry invited me to be part of her new mixed media book on making personal maps. I sat right down and made the map above, re...

In response to a number of inquiries - I've decided to hold the Mixed Media Journaling class in March instead of January. I'm not q...

Quiet afternoon following Thanksgiving. Vanilla tea with almond milk. Sun shining and crisp blue skies. Autumn graces the studio, garden an...

It's been quiet in the studio since the online class ended. I sort of threw myself over the finish line and curled up in a ball. I had ...