m wood pen

illustrator of books, cocktails, travel + more

Cocktails always and invariably remind me of my mom. We’ve all been there. Childhood tv dinners (a dizzying indulgence for us), sneaking cashews from the polished silver nut dishes, hearing the high heeled sound of my mom coming down our wooden stairs, the rare, exotic smell of fresh nail polish, and the hush among us …

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“I was feeling insecure. You might not love me anymore. I was shivering inside.” Jealous Guy, Roxy Music   Eschewing invitations to ring in the New Year with someone besides myself, my dog and cat, I sit expectantly, still in my pajamas with my strong french press coffee greeting my senses on this last day …

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