Days Of Wonder
I was Alabama born, New York City wised-up, California creatively lit-up, and happily Martha's Vineyard seduced. She wooed me with her beaches; she lured me to her stone-walled woods and green pastures; she restoreth my soul, and she is where I live solo today with my two pups.
I have been a passionate young dancer filled with ambition and blind courage, enough so, I struck out alone to Manhattan at 17. The memories I have of those wonder days — "Look, there's Broadway!”— have morphed into grownup wonder days of "How did I survive all that?” And can't forget: the adventurous-hippie-dancer-girl who lived in her car in Los Angeles, worked hard for, but never got her big break, so she boldly drove on to another chapter in her life days — No regrets.
Like love, like passion, a fearlessness tempered with a dash of wisdom has no expiration date. I embraced that belief again when my creative eye turned to fashion and fashion winked back. Some heady times, those times — acclaim, recognition, and a double dose of seat-of-the-pants-acquired business skills, launched me on a wild, wonderful ride. I lived, I learned — Some regrets.
Today I continue creating my elegant clothes for the fashion aficionados who still appreciate the art. I express my political ideals through essays and poems, and I fulfill those passions through my Grayroots Resistance Movement. Activism is in my blood; it is my medicine; it is my antidote to the dark days in which we live. I do not look away — No regrets.
Imagination — my metonym for joy — is twin to a beautiful wild creature, who in quiet moments when gently coaxed, tells extraordinary tales. And like magic, her valiant protagonists appear and take the lead. I go where they go. I listen with an open mind, and a simple heart of few regrets.