Lost Daughters of Juarez


Dia De Los Muertos season in Tucson is magical, meaningful, and profoundly moving. We are blessed to have many fine opportunities to learn about and honor the traditions of native and indigenous peoples in Tucson–including the excellent work done by  Many Mouths One Stomach, culminating in our Day of the Dead Procession on November 4. 

Perhaps my favorite way to honor this tradition is sharing the powerful celebration offered with love by Ceci and John and all those who help support Raices Gallery.


For over fifty years I have been a feminist artist activist in the tradition of the Guerrilla Girls: acting up, speaking out, and making political art. This year I am pleased to offer two pieces in the Raices Gallery Dia De Muertos show, inspired by my social justice work with women of many cultures.

My pieces: Honoring and Remembering The Lost Daughters (Mothers, Sisters, & Friends) of Ciudad Juarez


Remembering Esmeralda and Isabel:

Juarez Women

Mixed media collages by activist artist Kaitlin Meadows that contrast haunting confirmation photographs of young women (representing ultimate purity & innocence) and tattered lace and human detritus (representing the landfills & dumps in which their mutilated bodies have been discovered).


The phenomenon of the female homicides in Ciudad Juárez, called in Spanish feminicidio (“feminicide“), involves the violent deaths of hundreds of women and girls since 1993 in the northern Mexican region of Ciudad JuárezChihuahua, a border city across the Rio Grande from the U.S. city of El Paso, Texas.

The number of murdered women and girls in Ciudad Juárez since 1993 is estimated to be more than 1,500.


The murders in Juárez would not have drawn such national and international attention if it were not for the heroic efforts of the victims’ families and activist women around the world.  


 The murders of women and girls in Ciudad Juárez have received international attention, due to Mexican government inaction in preventing violence against women and girls and bringing perpetrators to justice.


Evidence suggests that a specific group of women and girls are being targeted in Ciudad Juárez. The victims share common characteristics, and there are many similarities in the violent crimes committed against them. Most of the victims are young women who come from impoverished backgrounds and work in maquiladoras, as factory workers, in other sectors of the informal economy, or are students.

Cultural academic Mercedes Olivera has argued that feminicide is a mechanism of domination, control, oppression, and power over women.


My work hopes to bring greater knowledge and compassionate response to this tragedy of loss.


In 1999, a group of feminist activists founded Casa Amiga, Juárez’s first rape crisis and sexual assault center. The center works to provide women in Juárez with a refuge against violence, therapy, legal counsel, and medical attention.  Casa Amiga also works to raise public awareness both locally and internationally regarding the exploitation and dehumanization of women in Juárez.


In 2002, a social justice movement named Ni Una Mas, which in Spanish means “not one more,” was formed to raise international awareness to violence against women in Juárez. The movement consists of a variety of domestic and international organizations and individual activists. Ni Una Mas participants demand that the Mexican state implement strategies that prevent violence against women including murder and kidnappings and that the state conduct competent investigations on crimes already committed.

All proceeds from the sale of these remembrances will go to Casa Amiga and Ni Una Mas



FRIDAY NOV 2, 2018           6:00 – 9:00 PM


218 E. 6TH STREET   TUCSON, AZ  85705

(520) 881-5335

Exhibition Dates:  Nov 2 – Nov 17, 2018









Regular gallery hours:  Fridays & Saturdays 1:00 – 5:00 pm and by appointment 

Dia de los Muertos – 2018 is sponsored in part by generous donations from:

Jerry & Dina Aguilar family / La Mesa Tortillas

Claudia Arevalo / Arevalo Law Firm LLC

Mariachi Milagro & artist David Tineo

Muchisimas Gracias!                              

Raices Taller 222 Art Gallery & Workshop is Tucson’s only Latino based nonprofit cooperative contemporary art gallery located in the Downtown Historic Warehouse District


Let us open our hearts and souls to the stories and solace of those who have passed over and yet still offer us their wisdom and grace.

All Good Blessings of the Season to You and Yours, Both Living and Passed


© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

By Kaitlin Meadows


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Do you feel it?

The season shifting?

The cooling? The softening? The diffusion of light?

The sweetness of change?


It’s my favorite time of year.

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A time I can hunker down. Slow the pace. Cultivate ease. Get cozy.

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A time to remember that all things change…that we live and die and the world keeps spinning. A time to remind myself that there is beauty in letting go.

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A time to go camping and sit by the fire with my friends, laughing and talking, for hours…

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A time for enjoying, savoring, slowing, sensing, and resetting my compass to inner peacefulness…

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A time to pack up the car and go out into the woods and celebrate!

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Though the wars wage on, though the cruelty, bigotry, and hatefulness seem  amplified at an unprecedented pitch right now, though the heart is continually bruised and battered…

Give yourself a break.

Find a quiet place to hit “pause” and sit quietly.


Refill yourself.





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Let things fall away…let things shift and settle…let yourself have a whole day in your jammies, get out your coloring books, bake something yummy, decorate the kitchen table, and  make a fire in the hearth of your heart and sit by it.

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Celebrate this season.

We have made it through another blazing bloody hot Tucson summer!

We’re making our way over hurdles and obstacles, the sad passage of friends and family, the insanity of our politics, the craziness of our world…but it takes time…and patience…and HOPE. It takes slowing down to feel all the feelings and to get them “right-sized”…it takes building a fire in the small stove of our soul and burning our burdens, releasing our fears, and getting ready to snuggle in and prepare ourselves for the seasons ahead.

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It is time to be grateful for every tiny thing that brings us joy!

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Happy, Happy Autumn My Friends!

May we enjoy it together with love and continuing resolve to be a flicker of golden light in the dark night of our souls.

Kaitlin, Autumn Celebrant

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By Kaitlin Meadows



I am sick of it! Appalled by it! Outraged by it!

I am angry and sad and furious and heart-broken.

But I will NOT be silenced, shamed, or ignored!

This latest moral affront is an assault on all women. But I am re-ignited. I am re-inspired. I am renewed in my resolve to take down those who collude with the devil. Our tribe of renegades tribe is a force to be reckoned with. We are NOT going down without a fierce fight.

This has GOT TO STOP!

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I’m Susie Sunshine, the healer, the muse, the mentor, the teacher, the gardener, the tender of the wounded, the protector of children,  the poet, the artist, the activist, the feminist, the WOMAN that society demonizes, despises, dismisses, marginalizes, and exploits.

But watch out, you got me MAD now! You got me up,  re-invigorated, and full of sacred rage that I will use to wage moral war against the tyrants who demean and dismiss women who speak up, woman who act up, women who DARE hold you accountable for your arrogance, misogyny and pathetic “boys will be boys” assaults!  Fair warning…

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It is time to stand in circle by the holy fire of our rage and be heard. It is time for us to convene in sacred counsel and use our gifts, our power, our voices in the clamor for justice!

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We welcome the help of all willing to speak out against the abuse of women…

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and we are willing to do what we need to do to be heard and respected. We will not fight like men who perjure themselves in the name of their dinky egos and enormous entitlement. We will fight like girls!

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Please don’t give up! Please don’t let this latest horrific saga push you down, put a hand over your mouth, laugh at you, and make you feel helpless and alone.

GET BACK THE F UP and out into the streets!

We have a moral and spiritual obligation. We have a holy right. We are amazing, powerful, creative, compassionate, STRONG women and we will not be silenced, battered, and discarded.

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I know, I know. We are weary. We are heart-sore, we are mad, we are hurt, we feel betrayed. But that’s what they want. That’s what they think will keep us down and quiet and afraid. But NO! Not me!

How about you? Will you join me and millions of women around the world who raise their voices–ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

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Every woman who ever made a difference did so because she’d had enough and wasn’t going to take it anymore. Let’s join them, support them, stand beside them, BE THEM!

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Let’s get serious. Let’s come together in small circles of power and passion. Let’s stand up together. No time to sit down or hide or give up. It’s time to take my hand and the hand of the sister beside you.

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It is time for our Sacred Rage to flare and light and warm and guide us to a higher place. Please join me at the Creative Cottage to stoke our outrage into action, our heartbreak into power, and our tribal wisdom into new ways to resist our oppression.

Let us persist!

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I am with you. Millions of women are with you. Get up! Act up! Be brave!

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All in the name of love and strength and the power of women!

We are a tribe of wonderful, terrible, divine feminine warriors who will not be shamed or silenced. We will NOT stand idly by while you abuse our sisters.

You have been warned. Cross us at your own peril. We have right on our side.

In Solidarity, Hope, and Resistance,

Kaitlin Mara


By Kaitlin Meadows

September Sabbatical

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“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.” 
~ Mary Oliver

It’s been a remarkable, amazing, brimming month full of small adventures, harsh setbacks, interesting detours, bumpy back roads, and unexpected blessings.

My Sweetheart’s chemotherapy is ramping up a few notches, we’ve had some dark days, there are new complications, and summer refuses to loosen its sweaty grip but nothing can get me down…I’m off to the beach and I can already feel my heart leap and my spirits rise!


“Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it’s something you design for the present.” Jim Rohn

 I’ve had my fingers-crossed for months, hoping with all my might, saying little prayers to various divine sources, that I could make this trip with my wonderful side-kick Marnie


and, miracle of miracles, we leave in the morning! The universe seems to be whispering to me…

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I LOVE road trips! Getting in the car with a fun friend, the radio blaring, the back seat full of bags & boogie boards, the sea beckoning us!

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Fabulous friends Sandi & Ski will treat us to dinner (thank you Dear Hearts!)

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with a tour of their amazing gardens before sunset and we’ll stay overnight with them on the Full Corn Moon in Aries!

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They are magical old friends–Sandi & I are soul sisters who have shared soooo many beautiful times together and Ski has taught me so much about life & love! I’m so excited to spend special time with them again!

Sandi & I 25 years ago!

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And then Marnie & I will scamper  down to our favorite old hippie beach for several days of utter sloth and complete merriment!


Two silly, happy, beach bunnies having fun…

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two old bitties causin’ trouble!

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I’ll be back soon with a load of delightful classes and fun adventures to share with you!

Check out the October class schedule and sign up quick–I miss you and can’t wait to hear all about your summer adventures too!

Meanwhile, picture me in

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and watching the sun melt into the sea!


“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake.”

Gotta go!

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Love and see you in October!

Mermaid Kait

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By Kaitlin Meadows



Life is complicated right now. On all fronts.

There are days when I feel the world is spinning too fast, the disasters are coming too often, and the global problems are just too overwhelming.

I’m just one old crone, with few resources, depleted energy, a hitch in my gitty-up, and so little power in the grand scheme of things.

It can be daunting and depressing.

But then my inner child awakens and offers a handful of scraggly daisies and a big grin and says, “please come out and play with me” and I go, often muttering under my breath that I don’t have time, there are too many things on the “to do” list, and there are so many “serious” things to attend to.

But if i spend time comforting my inner child with small gifts of joy and tiny moments of wonder, I am rewarded with delight and a brief respite from despair.


If I turn off all the electronics, unplug the phone & computer, beg out of all the obligations in my day planner, and quietly slip into a day of pure peace, punctuated with creativity, gardening, reading, dancing, and eating a whole basket of strawberries with melted chocolate, I am made whole again.

In short…I’m dedicated to a new life philosophy…

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and I have a new plan for my life…


You see, living with a loved one who is very ill can either be a heart-breaking, life-devouring, soul-eating chore…or…it can be a great life lesson, learned anew each day, about making whatever life we have left as beautiful as we can. My Sweetheart has taught me that as he struggles to “live” with a life-threatening illness. 


I am a worrier, a planner, an over-committed, under-staffed, highly achieving human being, always driven to do and be and achieve MORE. I’ve never learned to coast…I’m always pumping uphill, often in a gale. But, in order to be present and loving and patient and kind in the face of the threat of losing my amazing life-partner, I have had to slow down, divert energies, adjust expectations, and let some things go. I am learning to re-calibrate.

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Sometimes it’s danged hard.

I have dreams and wishes and goals that I want to see come to fruition.

I have projects and adventures I still want to experience.

But I have come to know that all I can do is the best I can.


So, if I could pass on a little snippet of what I’ve come to understand it would be this:


Giving yourself permission to just live and love and be grateful can be so rewarding.

Go find your inner child and be prepared to drop everything to rejoice with her.

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Stop waiting for the sky to open, your problems to vanish, the world to get better…


I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy! I’m not saying it’s gonna be perfect. I’m just saying…


Re-calibrate your life–throw out what no longer works for you or gives you pleasure or fills your heart with gratitude & wonder. Go eat a basket of strawberries with melted chocolate!

And remember, The Creative Cottage is a place to play, laugh, create, share, and delight your inner child…come on over…and bring some strawberries!

Wishing You Love & LIFE!


Mistress of Merriment

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Images with thanks from Pinterest.

By Kaitlin Meadows


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Our Cottage tribe has suffered many losses in the last few weeks–beautiful people called home unexpectantly, dreams dashed by reality, things breaking down and falling apart, and many tangled emotional muddles of one sort or another. The raging wild fires, spewing volcanoes, massive earthquakes, and divisive politics of our time all adding their own terror and pain to the world.

But the Cottage is our refuge, our solace, our heart-safe-place.  We meet there to make art that heals, to share talk that heals, and to exchange stories that heal. We meet there to join forces, to bolster our spirits, and to remind eachother that there is joy and laughter and friendship still in this world. 

We stick together. We ease, comfort, and uplift each other. We talk it out. We hug it out. We know when to be quiet and when to offer insight. Sometimes we just sit in circle, silent, sharing, crying, and remembering. We support eachother’s causes, buy tickets to eachother’s events, show up with food or sympathy or just plain sillinesss when appropriate…but always with love and sisterhood.

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We remind eachother that…

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We support eachother’s need to just take a breath, opt out for a spell on the sidelines, and return when we have renourished, rehydrated, and repaired ourselves. 

I keep the Cottage rent paid, the doormat swept, the coffee on, the glue and paint and scissors and art supplies stocked. You come when you can, with snacks and supplies to share, with broken hearts or exaltant news, with laughter or tears, and we spend happy hours safe, free, supported, and loved together. We give eachother permission..

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There are gifts in getting older. As I hobble toward my 72nd birthday, I think I’ve finally begun to “get it” (better late than never!)…life is short, love is long,  we waste soooo much precious time and energy on stupid stuff.

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You remind me (in the middle of all the good advice I give you!) that I have my own work to do, my own heartbreak’s to attend to, and my own fragile health & spirit to protect. You give me permission to prioritize myself when I need to.

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Though it is often a fierce swim upstream, in a strong current, in polluted waters, against impossible odds, I am determined to keep going, to carry the message we all need to hear…

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You help me spread the love–hold up the banner–walk the talk. You help me remember the rainbow at the end of the storm, the love that lingers after the loss, and the simple gifts of friendship in the isolation of grief…

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May we always help eachother swim upstream!

With Much Love,


©Copyright, KaitlinMeadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

By Kaitlin Meadows

Fierce Optimism

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This has always been my philosophy.

Like you, I’ve dealt with many hard things in my life. I’ve suffered many setbacks. I’ve had much pain, experienced much loss, and known much heartbreak.

But I REFUSE to be defined, constrained, or hobbled by it. I always get back up, dust myself off, dry my tears, bandage my wounds, and get back at the task of LIFE and living it as fully and happily as I can.

Last week, I candidly shared with you a very low point on the journey. Today I am here to report that I have worked through that low point (with your help) and am, again, firmly standing on high ground, refueled and eager to move upward again.


I am grateful for my resilient spirit. I am humbled by my powerful sensitivity and all that it does to awaken me to positive action. I am proud of my fierce optimism.

Some of you were a little peeved at me (out of love and concern) and worried that I was “killing myself” in the commission of acts of conscience. Some of you mentioned my heart attack. Others of you said the odds were too heavily stacked against all of us in these horrendous times and it was silly to spend so much time & energy fighting the demons. Some said I was “too soft” and needed to “toughen up” if I was going to survive in this cruel world.

But I beg to differ. I had a heart attack because I pushed stuff down–NOT because I acted on what troubled me. I am made sick by what I do NOT donot what I feel compelled by conscience and heart TO do!

I am a fierce optimist! My way is to

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I am a believer that we can all do SOMETHING, every single day, to make the world a little kinder, a little more gentle, and a lot less hateful–just by our determined commitment to being global citizens on the path of peace.

I subscribe to the notion that…

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but you DO have to show up when you are able and do what you can.

Last week, I was totally vulnerable and showed you my soft underbelly. I revealed my fear and sadness and exhaustion. I shared with you my very human low point in order to continue to inspire you that, even from that dark place, I could keep at the hard work of compassion and action.

My message, like Maya Angelou’s, is always…

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And that is what helped me up and over the hurdles that were blocking my path. I have the wisdom gleaned from over 70 years on the planet that…

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So, do not be worried for me–do not think me imprudent to care so much, do so much, be so much. It is WHO I AM. It is my path. I’m a fierce optimist in the face of almost every challenge life has presented me with.

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I REFUSE to think otherwise!

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My plan to combat the rigors of being a fierce optimist in the midst of such perversity and pessimism in the world is to remember that…

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and that…

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So please, find your way up the mountain, sing and dance and laugh and play along the way (preferably at the Creative Cottage!) but GET UP THE MOUNTAIN!

Do it your own way…I will do it mine…and may we meet at the sweet summit together; share our stories of ascent (and descent), lay out a luscious picnic of celebration for our sisters and brothers still struggling mightily up the hill beside us, and may we always… 

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With Love & Fierce Optimism,


© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

By Kaitlin Meadows


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Where in the world have I been?

Why have I been so unusually quiet?

Why haven’t I written a blog post, updated my Cottage classes, been available for fun activities, returned your phone calls, responded to your e-mails, or been out & about around town?

Is Albert okay? Am I okay?

What’s up with KaitieBug?


It’s complicated.

I’ve been struggling. Really struggling. Really really really struggling.

I’ve been sad. I’ve been ill. I’ve been overwhelmed. I’ve been deeply daunted by the escalating hatred, hostility, violence, and cruelty in our world.

I’ve been angry and bewildered and hopeless and sick.

It’s very rare for Susie Sunshine to be so down & out, but I confess I have been in a morass of darkness…a sea of despair…a deep well of depression.

I have felt depleted and lost. I have been immobilized by anxiety.

In these dark and troubled times, I am not proud to be an American.

 It’s not merely a difference of philosophy or a conflict of politics anymore. It’s a matter of human decency, honesty, morality, and conscience. 

I’m disgusted, disappointed, and demoralized.

I’ve written and called my representatives, I’ve been in the streets with thousands of other appalled citizens, and I’ve been doing all I can in my own small ways to raise the banner of tolerance and compassion…but, at the end of the day,

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But it has taken a huge toll.

My health has taken another dangerous turn, I’m not sleeping or eating properly, I’m not handling the heat well, and I’m stuck in an incredulous panic about the way the world is grinding down the rules of basic human kindness and civility as we become increasingly more brutal and heartless as a society.

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Teresa, one of the little girls I mentor, wrote a story about a crabby, bigoted, mean old woman who hated everyone and everything until she went blind and realized no one wanted to help her. She had always hated anyone who wasn’t white, anyone who wasn’t Christian, anyone who didn’t speak her language. She was mad that her neighborhood was changing and immigrants were moving in. She was resentful and mean-spirited. Her own children never called or visited. But one day, the old woman found a basket on her doorstep with fresh bread, jam, and peaches in it. Another day, after a big snow storm, she found her walkway shoveled. One night a woman came and offered to tidy the old woman’s house, wash her sheets, water her plants, weed her garden, in trade for some walnuts from her neglected tree. Some children came by after school and began to read to her in trade for borrowing some of her books. On the eve of a huge blizzard, a man came with a load of firewood in trade for the use of an old rusty shovel forgotten in her toolshed. Soon, she was surrounded by people who were helping her and her life became good and happy. On the day of her funeral, the little neighborhood chapel was full…Niema from Africa, Hassaum from Afghanistan, Renaldo from Mexico, Tieena from Puerto Rico, Moses Jefferson Brown, missing both legs from the Iraq War, were all there.

So I keep coming back to this:

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In the midst of my despair, I realize all I can do is continue to hold out my hand, carry the light, bring food and water and solace and heart to those who need it most, and stand the high ground; hopefully with you by my side.

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All we can do is gather in prayer and peace and gratitude and hope and action. All we can do is pour into the streets, stand at the barricades, lift our voices, raise our ideals, sing our songs of tolerance and inclusiveness. All we can do is remember that we are not alone…that there are people all over the world who stand with us, who cry with us, who are outraged and heart-sick and moved to action with us.

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Don’t give up. Don’t stop crying or caring. Don’t stop being a part of the outcry against hatred, violence, and war. Take a breath, shake off the despair, and find a way to help. Somehow. Find a way to help.

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Through the tears…

With Much Love,


© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.


By Kaitlin Meadows

Ms. Tizzy Britches


That is what I do. In everything I touch. In how I live. In what I love. In what I make. I CREATE!

My beloved granddaughter Emma (7 years old) has a wonderful nickname for me–Grandma Tizzy Britches. She says she named me that “cuz you’re always in a whirlwind Gran.”

But last week when she asked me, “what’s you “super power Nana?,”  I was stumped.

I “used” to be a lot of things.

I’ve ridden on the back of a circus elephant, driven a race car, and delivered several babies. I’ve traveled all over the world, written several volumes of poetry, worked as both a paleontologist & an archaeologist, and rescued & mended wounded wildlife.

But, mostly, I believe my true super power is my creativity.


What can I tell you?

It’s who I am.

I make stuff.

Usually in a tizzy of joy!

I make stuff out of anything and everything. Words, paint, collage, journals, rusty stuff, clay, gardens, and LIFE: big fat juicy wonderful complicated simple LIFE is what I make mostly.


My creativity is what makes me so curious, so appreciative, so genuinely in awe of the natural world and all her critters.

My creativity is what makes my mind leap and my spirits rise and my heart spill over with love.

My creativity fuels and feeds and nourishes my soul. It makes me whole.


For a very long time in my life I worked hard to “fit in,” to “play the game,” to “go along to get along.”

Finally I realized, I’ve NEVER “fit” anywhere, I hate games, and I’d rather be a wild, inspired renegade than a half-lifer, tiptoeing around trying to be invisible.


When (seven years ago!) I hatched this crazy idea that I could create a magical  little studio that looked like an enchanted cottage in the woods where wimmin could come to play and talk and share and cry and make art, I finally knew who I was and what I wanted my life to be about.


So, I’d rather be Ms. Tizzy Britches than most anything else in the whole wide world (including Botswana!)



I’d always rather be outside the lines…out of the box…in the thick if some big,  messy, creative project that thrills my heart in the company of wise women who are passionate and feisty and full of creative energy.

I’d rather live my wild passionate, effusive, engaged, complicated, over-booked & under-staffed life of pure joy rather than “belong” or be “accepted” or not ruffle any danged feathers!

I want to inspire my tribe of fellow “tizzies” to


I want to voluptuously live (and mentor living )a wildly creative life…

and what is that?


I want to triumph over my fears for the earth, for all good people of the earth, for our children, for our values, for our very lives…

I want to not squander my life away in sadness or live with regrets about what I might have done…


I want to make stuff!

I want glue and glitter and paint and poems…

I want music and movies and gardens and books that keep me up all night…

I want sunsets and beach sand and redwood trees and laughter.

And, I want to share my endless, joyful creativity with you!

So please come play at the Creative Cottage soon…join a lively, luscious, laughing tribe of creatives! Because…


Now go make something!

And sign up for June classes at The Creative Cottage!

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All Love (And Creativity!)

From Ms. Tizzy Britches





Mud Woman!

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I love playing with clay!

I love the feel of it, the scent of it, the way it gets into your blood and connects you to the earth in a very primal way.

With a degree in archaeology and years of making detailed drawings and field notes of ancient ceramic sherds from around the world, I have great respect for the primordial art of combining water and earth into an object that is tempered by high heat and glazed with colors made from the artful combination of earth’s minerals and oxides.

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Playing with clay is a kind of spiritual therapy for me. It “grounds” me in patience and “fires” my core belief that creativity is healing.

When I play with clay, I am vibrantly connected to a long lineage of  women who made art from dirt.

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I’ve taken classes here and there for 30 years, but I especially love the ones I take now through Pima County Parks and Rec on Tuesday evenings with my friend Marnie and my teacher Brenda.

I’m not good at it…but I love it…and it endlessly teaches me to leave my inner critic at home and go with the spirit of the clay instead of the willfulness of my ego.

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I love that there are tools to learn about and skills to build.

I love that each kind of clay has a distinctive personality and must be fired within specific heat boundaries. 

I love that clay can become something exquisite

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or something whimsical.

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I love that when working with clay, I can think of nothing else.

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I love making things for my yard and garden

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and just because it’s FUN!

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Most of all, I LOVE getting dirty!

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I love the alchemy of earth, water, & fire.

I love all it teaches me about life.

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So, whatever it is for you–paintbrush or needle & thread, art journal or crochet hook, CELEBRATE IT! Let your hands connect you to the delicious, nurturing stew of creativity.

Make stuff!

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Pour your whole heart and soul into it!

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And remember…

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Love and Alchemy,

Kaitie the Mud Lady

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By Kaitlin Meadows