Tag Archives: SideBar

StudioHouse Quarterly

Welcome back to the StudioHouse Quarterly Newsletter!   We’ve made it to the second newsletter of the year! Yay!  And for those just joining us, I’m Jakia Fuller, a multidisciplinary artist, designer, writer, and podcaster living a life full of adventure in Albuquerque, NM. I create art, clothing, spaces, and experiences that bring a smile toContinue reading “StudioHouse Quarterly”

SideBar – An Ode to Applesauce

Applesauce.  I never paid any attention to applesauce,  But after you got sick, it became a part of my everyday.  Sometimes, you would humor the nurses and me by eating your applesauce.  But that all changed once you asked me if I would like one. Innocently, I said yes, not knowing what was to unfold.  IContinue reading “SideBar – An Ode to Applesauce”

Friend, A Definition

Friend… verb noun adjective  preposition  Friend… it’s who you are… it’s what you do… it’s how you move… Friend   SideBar is an ongoing collection of musings, reflections, and reminiscences based off of everyday conversations and happenstances. To read more entries from SideBar.

Trust – Exposing The Root

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you,   but rather, I was tired of trusting someone else over myself. I trusted you too much, which is and was burdensome.  I’m not sorry for trusting myself,  but I am sorry that it was received as lack of trust in you.  SideBar is an ongoing collection of musings,Continue reading “Trust – Exposing The Root”

Wishing Jar

So many wishes…pretty ones, shimmery ones, sturdy ones, vibrant ones, dull ones, lovey-dovey ones…I had so many wishesbut they never left my lips to reach youbecause the space between us felt too great.So many wishes thatI’d wished you’d fulfill,I wished to fulfill,I wish we would fulfill.How silly of me, to walk around with all theseContinue reading “Wishing Jar”

The reality of self-acceptance

Who I am is what I got, The life I have is the one I got,The nose I have is the one I got, The lips I have are the ones I got, The wrinkles I have are the ones I got,The smile and frown lines I have are the ones I got, The earsContinue reading “The reality of self-acceptance”