I’m molting the person I have been for the last decade or so, the one who taught her students to put their hands in their watercolor paint. To this one, the one who collects data and gets excited about research methodology to explain phenomenas in the Library Science field.

Though, this shift isn’t exactly a molting of old skin, it’s not the cohesive and cathartic relief of letting go of something that you’ve outgrown. Instead, it’s the painstaking and beautiful task of mending the pieces of being human – the head and the heart, so to speak.

Botanical drawing by me, Rose Candela. Check my shop for other available original art! A few days ago my husband, son, and I were on a vacation, visiting a science museum. It was a joyous time. And, at the same time, I felt a tinge of grief. The grief (that day) was about all that[…]

What if death was part of the gift? I received this exquisite bouquet of flowers, and today shared with Jason how I was having lil anxiety because, well, the flowers were falling away. But what if contemplating death was part of the gift? I know it’s unsexy to talk about how we’re going to die,[…]

One of the most frequently asked questions I receive is this: how do you make time to make art? While I wish it was a simple as having some sort of time management system, but truly the answer is this: I have all my supplies easily accessible and ready for when the time presents itself.[…]

I recently finished the book The Last Story of Mina Lee, by Nancy Jooyoun Kim. This book got me with it’s story of immigrantion to the US (reminded me in so many ways of my own family), loss, the unknown, and most of all: finding yourself in the story that is never told. I often[…]