LINDA
STABINSKI

I am currently completing my 48th trip around the Sun. While 48 doesn’t sound like much of a birthday milestone, in my family, it is. See, we lost our mother to cancer when she was just 48. Five children, ages 9 to 27, motherless too soon. I was the 9 year old. For several years, I have thought about becoming the same age as Mother when she died. And here I am. Over the seasons of this, my 48th year, I caught my glance in the bathroom mirror on many occasions, and found

I promise: this is a story about painting. Bear with me. I wear mascara at least 5 days a week. Putting on mascara requires slowing down. The approach is important…angle of the wand, face just the right distance from the mirror, grip of the fingers firm but not too tense, a steady hand. I find it helps if I hold my breath. And, oh goodness, pray I don’t sneeze in mid-swipe. Multiple coats of the black stuff and then the finishing flick of the wand on the outer lashes i

100 days. 100 days. Can I practice the same creative act everyday for 100 days…straight? Well, I’m 29 days into Elle Luna’s “The 100 Day Project.” 29% complete. How did I find myself here? My inner-child-artist-optimist-dreamer apparently told me “Yes! 100 days! Let’s do this! And, while we’re at it, let’s try something totally different! Let’s try little abstract watercolors…they can’t be that hard. Right? Right! So, let’s totally do this. We rock! We are awesome! 10