Transformative experience of Indigenous Fashion Week Toronto
Summer Solstice Memories
Remembering the day I became a motherless child.
Walk by faith, not by sight.
Forgiving people who try to destroy your joy.
Published family connection to Daniel Hill, Wilson, NC from 1949.
(Anne Carson “Uncle Harry” Inspired Writing) First of all, life in Wilson County, North Carolina when I was born was defined by segregation, social injustice, economic starvation and institutional discrimination enforced by “Jim Crow” laws. The brutality and harsh reality of life was white washed and veiled behind lace curtains of poison ivy drenched inContinue reading “Quilting Memories”
I’m organizing my living environment into a creative hands working studio. My Momma had a lot of nice things that she collected in my childhood home. Stories and her creative hands are attached to many of these items. But, the bottom line is that I’ve got too much stuff. It’s overwhelming! Momma saved everything. I’veContinue reading “Cloth As Memoir”
I’m a Teaching Artist from a family of teachers and women who loved sewing, quilting, dyeing fabric, weaving rugs, embroidery and crochet. I grew up in a multi-generational home where handmade was a way of life. I earned a BFA at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in Studio Art with concentrations inContinue reading “My Indigo Blues Journey”
Moments in life are full of unexpected changes. The older I get the less I understand about people and circumstances. I do know a few truths, one of which requires me to stay in the moment in order to walk out my purpose. Mat Randolph described four traps set for all of us inContinue reading “Walking Out Transformation”