I cracked a hard-boiled egg on the Colosseum in Rome. I used to love to run. I once was obsessed with the game craps, and made craps sets for everyone in my family for Christmas gifts. I was a passenger in a 1958 Oldsmobile that drove from Oakland, CA to Portland, OR overnight so the driver could turn in her final paper for class. I sang a song in my grade-school variety show called Peanut Butter and Jelly in 3rd grade.
Taught english in a small village school in the Republic of Georgia. Stopped drinking alcohol. Helped my Uncle Mike thru the last year of his life (he was my age, died of the cancer.) Lost faith in my art. Moved (again.)
I was born and raised on a chicken farm in the New Jersey Pine Barrens and helped my Mom and Dad collect and candle the eggs. I discovered through a black and white negative developed afterward exactly where Socrates had walked, taught and held philosophical discourses in Athens. I climbed Mount Olympus behind a mule pack after a snow storm. I adopted 2 life-long companions (my cats, Nounou and Champagne), found among thorny bushes outside a stone windmill house on a Greek Island. I experienced war-torn Mogadishu, Somalia as a UN photographer during the period of Black Hawk Down.
I was diagnosed dyslexic and designated Educationally Handicapped in third grade, and became the first in my family to earn 3 associate's degrees and attend University (my grandfather had a third grade education.)
I developed arthritis in my early 20's (after I was married to my first husband) which made me finally realize that life is short and I better get busy and make a mark in this life or I would not live a worthy life.
After receiving my bachelors degree in art, I received a divorce from my ex-husband, because he fell in love with one of his students, therefore I decided to go to grad school for art.
I had my first child (Lucas the biggest love of my life) at 42 and have raised him on my own.
At 46 I married my second husband, Michael, and for the second time developed a severe case of arthritis.