I must warn you that some of the scraps and bits around here are shoved into drawers and stacked in corners. Most of the boxes aren’t unpacked yet. You might have to do a little digging. 

Who is Kara?

My name is Kara. I have a crooked smile and several bad habits.

Four call me “mama” and one calls me “wife.” This is my 47th trip around the sun. I’m not much of a talker but I do have a love affair with listening and leaning in for a closer look.

Why this space, these images, these words?

I love a filtered view. Enough reality to be true, enough fantasy to maintain hope. 

These are the words I would shout at you over the noise of the crowd. These are the words I would whisper to see if you were paying attention.

I have been reinventing myself in these virtual spaces for almost 20 years, trying on new dress after new dress. This one fits me best.

Some of you have been with me for a long time. That is humbling. 

Some of you are brand new and I’m thankful to welcome you.

Some know my story. Some are strangers.

I’m glad I’m still around.

I’m glad you’re still around, too.

I hope you find beauty here, a tiny joy that you can tuck away in your breast pocket until you stumble upon this space again. We can place our hands over our hearts and think of each other.

Be brave. Be kind. Keep going.

Love,

Kara

March 13, 2021