Disciple of Beauty

Disciple of Beauty

BEAUTY has both drawn me and confused me for as long as I can remember. I need it, no less than food and water. I feel pain at its loss, joy at its return. It shelters my spirit with hope, and makes my heart sing like the sunrise. It is the highest expression of...
My Inner Mean Girl Made Me Do it…

My Inner Mean Girl Made Me Do it…

My Inner Critics almost made me do it…or rather almost not do it… Four years ago, two of my Inner Mean Girls  (the despicable duo of  “Miss Originality”+ “Miss Sophistication”) ganged up to almost stop me from making one of the very...