Yes, I’m a windblown hot oven mess, not a domestic goddess, but my spirit is grounded and my heart, flowing with a grateful tenderness. Thank you to my precious friends in this space, who share kindness, warmth, and individual talent and creativity, born from experience and your own brush, lens, or pen. With love, Michele Lee

“You don’t have to say a word
You don’t have to prove your worth
You don’t have to try
You just need to be
yourself”

excerpt from a poem I wrote a few Thanksgivings ago: “You have arrived”