I’m a mom, a wife, a sister, daughter, aunt, friend. Doggie mom to a chiweenie who’s a bit of a shithead.
And I don’t really think the world needs another blog written by someone like me.
But I have to get it all out.
In the past week or so, I’ve seen a lot of artists quickly develop projects intended to help others through a really rough time. I’ve been wanting to do this type of thing for ages, but it took a crisis, apparently, for me to do it.
In this blog, I intend to chronicle my life in this (possibly) apocalyptic time. What my heart is saying. It won’t be about mothering (though I may mention it, and my daughter, now and then). It won’t be about work (though it may come up now and again). It won’t be about art (I have another blog for that).
It will be about how a 53-year-old artist and internet consultant, diagnosed with depression and bipolar II, who is a struggling Catholic, and the oldest of 6 kids from a family with an alcoholic for a father is dealing with life.