For many students, choosing a college is a milestone reached once. For others, it’s a winding road paved with second thoughts, shifting finances, and unexpected detours. For me, the journey has become something else entirely: a shared chapter with my daughter. Now preparing to return to school for the third time, I'm once again deep in the process of researching programs, weighing costs, and imagining what the next few years might look like. My dream school—CG Spectrum Instit

Just checking in to share a small but happy update: for the first time in ages, I placed in the semifinals of an illustration contest. It’s not a huge deal, but it felt really good—definitely a much-needed timeline cleanser. I’d show you a photo of the award, but I’m cheap and don’t feel like upgrading my Wix subscription - my storage is full (priorities, right?). That said, the image below is the piece that landed me in the semifinals, which honestly still blows my mind—espe

Last year, my son and I were both in college—an arrangement that felt equal parts surreal and exhilarating. I’ve since graduated and am taking a gap year before beginning my bachelor’s degree (fingers crossed, permanently). My son is now in his final year of Diesel Mechanics, grease under his nails and momentum on his side. And just as one chapter steadies, another cracks wide open. My daughter—my baby—has been accepted into her college of choice to study neurosciences. Life

Hello, friends— I’ve officially stepped away from my Meta apps. It felt like the right moment to simplify, recalibrate, and put my energy where it matters most. What does that mean going forward? You can expect more frequent blog posts, deeper interaction here, and—most importantly—a lot more artwork. This space is becoming the heart of what I share. Where I’m At Right Now Many of you know I recently completed my associate degree and was preparing to move directly into my bac

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a GoFundMe plea by your friendly neighborhood art pest Hi. Hello. I am Brittany, and I am once again asking for your financial support....

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Well, it happened. I submitted my artwork to a gallery showing at my school and was DENIED. Just flat-out "thanks but no thanks." I spent...

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I ran up that hill and now I'm tired. I'm finishing up my AS degree and will be headed on to my BFA program in the Fall. I am a lifelong...