You can see an old repair from an earlier crack next to the gilded repair i just made to this beautiful old broken piece of pottery. There really is something cathartic about drawing unexpected attention to your “flaws” and making them your stand-out feature, rather than just trying to hide it in a way that’ll always feel like you’re denying a piece of your history. … not to get too deep about some glue and gold leafing but it’s true. In the enduring and timeless words of @allesiacara_ your scars are your beautiful

Elie stumbled upon some glitter stars sprinkled on the kitchen counter and sink… a few were on the sponge we use to wash dishes. “Ugh…. my worst nightmare- this stuff never goes away, I hate it in the kitchen.” he said “oh please, these are big glitters, not the powder fine stuff – this is not your worst nightmare.” He acknowledged the truth in my statement. But then I realized something else… “actually,” I said, “your worst nightmare is your world with no glitter in it at all.” He looked at me with a mix of rolled eyes and something resembling amusement. Happy Father’s Day. To elie and all the dudes who trade their hate of glitter for their love of a sparkly woman.

Elie stumbled upon some glitter stars sprinkled on the kitchen counter and sink… a few were on the sponge we use to wash dishes. “Ugh…. my worst nightmare- this stuff never goes away, I hate it in the kitchen.” he said “oh please, these are big glitters, not the powder fine stuff – this is not your worst nightmare.” He acknowledged the truth in my statement. But then I realized something else… “actually,” I said, “your worst nightmare is your world with no glitter in it at all.” He looked at me with a mix of rolled eyes and something resembling amusement. Happy Father’s Day. To elie and all the dudes who trade their hate of glitter for their love of a sparkly woman.

How cool is this?? Last night was the gala and my painting was part of a Chinese auction. The winner was randomly selected from the people who put in a ticket to win it. I snuck a look in the box and there were a bunch of tickets in there. 😉 The hewrew quote translates into “A small flame can ignite the whole world.” And it was entitled “Little Light.” Anyhoooo, my friend Pamela won the artwork and ONLY AFTER WINNING did she notice the pieces name. Her Hebrew name literally translates into “Little Light.” How crazypants goosebumpy is that??

Ya know how some moms can whip up a gourmet meal in 20 minutes with whatever crap they have lying around the house? I’m not that mom. But when you call me at the last minute and need someone to decorate a teachers door by the next morning using whatever crap I have lying around the house, I got that. Special thanks to Instagram #watercolor and #caligraphy #artists for sharing doodles of videos which inspired this 90 minute masterpiece.

Conversation while driving kiddos to school: Big one: mom, you know money is just paper, you can’t rely on it for anything. And then you die and you can’t do anything with it anyway. Mom: that’s why you have a will. To tell people what to do with your money. Lil one: what if you’re poor and have no money? Mom: you still have a will in case you have kids so you can say who should take care of them if they’re not old enough to take care of themselves. Lil one: like if you have a kid when you’re 90? Big one: you can only have a kid till you’re 50. Lil one: so mommy has 10 more years to have another baby. Big one: but mommys not gonna have another baby because she’s not praying to god to give her one and also she’s happy with the kids she already has. Mom: you learned you have babies when you pray to god to give you one? Big one: yeah, that’s how my teacher (who recently gave birth) got one. She prayed for it. Mom: ya know there’s more to it than praying, right? There’s like, science and stuff…. I’ll get you a book. …. On its surface, I get this— I do send them to a religious school…. but I can’t help but think of the whole “my baby would’ve lived if I’d just prayed harder” nonsense that permeates the babyloss communities. The complicated pregnancies that resulted in healthy survivors and the subtle but unintended arrogance of mothers crediting their prayers for their luck, directly shaming those with worse luck who believed in prayer with just as much blind faith but still lost. #postlosslife – amazing how many things hearken back to the lessons learned. Any book suggestions or should I just do what my mom did and leave a copy of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” in plain site at all times? I think I turned out relatively healthy on that education.