Some of you know that I take care of my 93 yr old mom who has Alzheimer’s. And I’m also handling my sister’s health challenges.

One day in a fit of rage, I wrote down everything that I do for my sister, and it was/is staggering. All the calls and waiting on the calls, the appointments, scheduling car service, on and on. Thank Goddess my mom’s health is pretty good.

I had to figure out how to have an artist life in between mom, sister, husband, business, and home. It took a long time of figuring it out. I’m doing much better - took months, maybe a year or more to get to the point I’m at now.

Time flees, I can’t keep up. I’m learning to let go. I’m better at it – constant process.

I’d beat myself up a lot because I wasn’t getting everything done. Of course I wasn’t getting everything done before dealing with mom and sister, but now it’s really over the top.

Let Go, Relax, Breathe, Let Go, Relax, Breathe, Let Go, Relax, Breathe…

My art time has suffered and I’m making peace with that and constantly making adjustments.

Let Go, Relax, Breathe, Let Go, Relax, Breathe, Let Go, Relax, Breathe…

Self-Care. I hear that a lot, “Make sure you take care of yourself.”
I’ve been doing my morning rituals for years. Sometimes I would be lax about some things but now I realize that it’s a must. It’s my lifeline.

But the morning stuff is not enough. Got to put in some fun. During the summer, mom and I would go to a lot of free events in the area , husband and I would go out, meet up with the girlfriends.

There’s a friend I haven’t seen in over a year and I was looking at my calendar to see what’s a good day to meet. That week had a bunch of appointments for my sister and mom. She said, “We can do it another week.” Without thinking I said “No, I have to schedule me in this week. I can’t have it be all about them. I got to take care of me.”

That’s what has prompted me to write this post. Got to schedule the ‘Me Time.’

Remember to
Let Go, Relax, Breathe, Let Go, Relax, Breathe, Let Go, Relax, Breathe…

My mom is 91 this year and she has Alzheimer’s. She lives with my sister and sometimes I have mom stay with me to give my sister a break.

When I was growing up, my mom had a side business making hats for her clients. I remember watching her gluing down the flowers and trimmings. I loved to smell the white glue and to smear it on the palm of my hand, wait for it to dry and peel it off. (Wait, that didn't sound right. I wasn't into sniffing glue like an addict. I swear!)

When she was with me I had to give her something to do. Since I was sewing, she started sewing. She loves sewing buttons and I noticed that she went for the colorful ones.

I have to be careful when she’s at my desk. She is very neat and will organize my beads, put things in bags, put stuff in her pocket… THIEF!!!One time I could not find a project that I was working on. It was months later when I was looking for something else that it popped up.

We’ve been in two exhibitions together and at receptions, no one can tell her she is not an artist. The first exhibit, she pulled people to her art and started talking to them. Her conversations can be jumbled but her cheerfulness shines through.

The below video was an announcement of our first show together when she was 88 yrs old.

When I got the info for Dinga McCannon's workshop, I had a feeling that I should get my mother involved also. She's 88, lives in Queens with my sister and has dementia. She doesn't do much at home and since she used to make hats when I was growing up, I figured this would give her something to do.