You Don’t Have to Call Yourself an Artist to Make Something Beautifuld

So many people want to write a family story, sew a quilt, or start a custom journal, but they stop before they begin because they think, “I’m just not creative.”

As your Creativity Coordinator, I am here to change that. I join you at the very beginning, breaking down the intimidating steps of storytelling, fiber arts, and self-publishing into easy, enjoyable milestones. Together, we will bring your ideas to life and create a finished masterpiece you will be incredibly proud to display in your home or share with the world.


Turn Ideas into Handcrafted Masterpieces

Fiber Arts & Textile Design

You don’t need years of training to work with fabric and yarn. I provide friendly, step-by-step guidance in classic crocheting and sewing to help you build confidence from your very first stitch.

Looking for a unique way to decorate your home? We can also explore textile-on-canvas art, mixing fabrics, textures, and layers to design a custom, tactile masterpiece that you will be proud to hang on your wall. Whether you are holding a crochet hook for the first time or creating abstract fabric canvas art, I walk right alongside you.

Storytelling & Self-Publishing

Have a family story, memoir, or book idea inside you? I help you organize your thoughts, structure your story, and navigate the independent publishing process step-by-step to get your book in print.

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Custom Journals & Paper Crafts

Design a functional piece of art from scratch. I guide you through creating custom journals and memory books, blending beautiful papers and bindings into a keepsake built entirely by you.

A Black History Verse to Ponder

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February is the month we set aside to pay tribute to African Americans who have influenced our culture. This past Sunday at church, our musician played Lift Every Voice and Sing written by James Weldon Johnson.

I grew up listening to that song as the Negro National Anthem. It was played at the end of the daily broadcast of the only Black radio station when it went off the air at sundown. Sunday while the church rose and sang, I listened and read the verses. I had always only heard the first verse and was pleasantly surprised by the last verse.

God of our weary years
God of our silent tears
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way
Thou who hast by Thy might, led us into the light

Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the place, our God, where we met.
Lest our hearts, drunk with he wine of the world, we forget Thee.

Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand.
True to our God, true to our native land.

May we never forget who has brought us and taught us how to overcome. May we never forget who is able to keep us from stumbling. May we never forget who is the source of our light.

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Psalm 97:9 Lord, You are the Most High God. You rule over the whole earth. You are honored much more than all gods. (NIRV)

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