See a penny, pick it up…

…and all day long you’ll have good luck.

Pennies find me all the time. When I step out of my car, there will be one on the curb for me. When I’m cleaning the studio, there will be one in the dressing room. When I’m walking down the sidewalk, inevitably there will be a penny there, too. I always pick them up and put them in my pocket. When I get home I put them in my change jar.

Notice I say that they find me. I believe they are actually seeking me out. Continue reading


For the love of money


When I type that word, my brain instantly fills with images of text from the Wall Street Journal, people in expensive suits, and coffee for some reason.  Lots and lots of coffee.  And then I instantly feel a bit stressed out and feel the need to clean my apartment from top to bottom with a toothbrush.  Because I’d rather do that than deal with…

finances. Continue reading