my mom, my mom, my mom


Seeing my tulips come up– the floppy green leaves and thick stems which have survived several frosts since that warm week in February when they started poking up through the ground– I think of Mama in her garden. My dad has always been a gardener too, they worked together to create the combination of flowers and herbs that surround their house. There are early spring flowers which flow into summer ones, then late summer, then fall. Except for winter, there are always flowers. The mint overtakes one area, a mix of spearmint and chocolate mint which Phoebe chomps on every time she passes it. Garlic. Basil. Soft oregano which the sweet cat Dulcinea sleeps in on a sunny day.

These tulips are really the first thing I have grown myself. I’ve had herb gardens, but never started any plants from scratch before now. My dad and I planted the bulbs last fall, digging up a couple small flower beds by my front walk.

I’ve never really been much of a green thumb, the only one in my family who wasn’t really interested. I didn’t like to cook either. But those loves have grown in me over time. In the cookbook she and my dad made for my sister and me, Mama wrote, “One of you is already a cook and the other promises (without knowing it) to be one someday.”

Every time I walk out my front door or come back inside I say hi to the tulips, checking in on how they are. I say to Giles, “Look at our tulips!”

In six days it will be four years since Mama died.

In 24 days Giles will be one year old.

Things are growing, I am getting stronger, my broken heart breaks and breaks and heals in new ways. Nothing is the same.

The words, “my mom, my mom, my mom” repeat in my head. “I want my mom.”

some morning drawings

coffee things sunshine flowers

I have my mom’s espresso pot now, so I can make lattes by microwaving the milk and whisking it so it gets frothy on top. That’s what we used to do every morning, until she couldn’t drink coffee anymore. When I lived at home, Mama and I would be in the house most days while my dad was at work. Our morning routine was coffee before anything else, whoever got up first would make it. I’d wake up to the sound of typing, Mama checking her email. I’d walk into her room and say good morning, then go downstairs to the kitchen and start the coffee.


Janet's Rose On Valentine’s Day my friend Janet gave me this lovely rose. It reminded me of the rose in Beauty and the Beast, the magical one in the glass cover, and so I couldn’t resist drawing it.

My mom has a rose tattoo. Her middle name is Rose. When I was born, they planted rose bushes in the backyard and called them “Anna’s Roses.”


Here are all the drawings in my January art show, “Interiors,” now hanging at Images Cinema. Come see the show in person! There will be a reception on Monday, January 21st at 5:30pm.

marcia with cat and cup

Marcia with Cat and Cup, $150

tulips, brooklyn, red lamp

Tulips with Brooklyn Mug and Red Lamp, $150

pink tulips with striped cup

Pink Tulips with Striped Cup, not for sale

lady lamp

Lady Lamp, $150

pink water flowers

Pink Water Flowers, sold!

Spring St Bathroom

Spring St. Bathroom, $150

Spring St Work Space

Spring St. Work Space, $150

Millie's Chair

Millie’s Chair, $150

All drawings are framed for the show, and can be purchased with or without the frame. They are just cheap frames though, not professional quality, so you may want to reframe after purchasing. If you live in the area, I reccommend Joyce Kennedy Framing, as she is the best framer I know.

january art show

To start the new year off right, I will be having an art show in the lobby of Images Cinema for the month of January. This group of drawings is called “Interiors,” and many of them will be for sale. Here are some of the pieces that will be in the show:

Spring St Bathroompink water flowersMillie's ChairSpring St Work Space


/ɪnˈtɪər i ər/ [in-teer-ee-er] adjective

1. being within; inside of anything; internal; inner; further toward a center: the interior rooms of a house.
2. of or pertaining to that which is within; inside: an interior view.