One of the things I love about Thanksgiving is how it inspires multitudes of people to consider their blessings and seek an attitude of gratitude (ha! Did you see that? I made a rhyme…). I can’t help myself but join in. Positive peer pressure, I suppose. I decided to dig a little deeper this year and look at the most difficult things in my life and gaze at them from a different perspective. One of gratitude. I’m thankful for chronic illness. I’ve been a type 1 Diabetic since the age of five and I never, in my wildest dreams, would have thought I could say I was thankful for this disease, but here I am. I’m thankful. How? It certainly hasn’t been easy, but I’ve come to see that my chro
“It takes a village” is a common phrase used when discussing the raising of children. I agree wholeheartedly. The act of keeping a tiny human alive until they are eighteen years old (or older) and can fend for themselves (supposedly), requires a lot of support for parents. These "things" don’t come with manuals and just because you have one doesn’t mean the next one will be the same. Oh, no….the general rule is that you get a completely different, almost opposite, child to try to move to adulthood. Yikes. This past year, I’ve been humbled to discover that being an artist also requires a village. A village of supporters and helpers. There is this erroneous idea that art is a singular,
