Bye Felecia!

So let’s talk dream killers. You know, those people that make you loose focus by attempting to convince you that you’re dreaming too big, that it could never happen or simply that what you’re dreaming, just can’t be done. Whether they come intentional or fueled by a tall glass of morning Hater-aide, we constantly deal with people in our lives with the ability to kill our dreams and stifle that spark of hope that lives within in us all. I am often asked, “Did you ever imagine in a million years that you’d be doing the things that you are…

Unusual Hands

  My memories are filled with visions of fabric pieces, doll clothes and the purring sound of my mother’s sewing machine consuming her bedroom. At some point when I was a small child, barely five years old, I picked up a needle and thread and began to stitch life into the scraps that my mother would leave behind from her own sewing projects. I knew from the moment that I first dressed Barbie in a unique creation made by my own hands, that I would I would never stop wanting, needing to delve into my imagination and create the vibrant…