HER-story:

With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...
CASIMIRA

Tuesday, August 1

nine years


In the blink of an eye my baby boy turned nine years old, yet what was the meaning of my life before him? 

I seemed to have all of the time in the world.

I could indulge in uninterrupted sleep and extraordinary lovemaking.

I traveled. I was carefree. I was selfish and self-centered. 

I seemed content, but something - or rather someone - was missing. 

excerpt from my journal 

2009 snapshot of his 1st birthday; it is important for me to mention that all of the surrounding toys were gifts from dear family and friends