I open my trunk and unload all the lives.

Child, adolescent, young adult

mother, wife, single mother, wife

artist, traveler, believer, friend.

The collage is a good one.

Some days it is painted with colors of regret and disappointment.

Some days with confusion and dismay.

But altogether, this collage of a life,

unpacked and reviewed on the studio table,

looks a lot like a life well lived.

And one not yet complete.

in love.