Lisa Rossignol

          Nineteen was a dangerous age for Jen; more vulnerable than infant, toddler or adolescent. She was not a child and not an adult. Jen lacked the caution that can come with youth and also the wisdom of age and experience . She took chances that she thought she was prepared for but was not emotionally and psychologically ready. Jen was a sophomore in college in a southwestern university. She lived in the dorms, completely supported by a scholarship and her parents.  She had fallen into a group of friends who were smart, physically beautiful, and slightly more financially well-off than she was. The thing they all had in common was a need to party. The group of 15 friends got together at least four times a week to drink and talk. The group was inclined to spontaneous road trips that usually involved late night, drunken resolutions to climb mountains and skinny dip in the various hot springs that peppered the mountainous region.   Several of th...

I moved from a career in advertising and marketing to advocacy in 2009, after my first child was born with multiple disabilities. I worked for peanuts for much of that time, got a master's, part of a phd, published in prestigious journals, traveled the world, but could never convert all of my experience into a well paying job or really, the kind of respect in my field I had hoped for. So, in February 2018. I gave up. I removed myself from all policy and advocacy positions, took on some odd contracts, and mostly just committed to enjoying my newfound freedom. The internet is full of great ideas to pass your time. Time, combined with a degree in sculpture, and a very small budget, I have been able to do some fun stuff. I'm not sure if anyone will be interested in the things I am doing, but thought I'd put it out there, just in case there is another person like me, milling around the inter webs, looking for inspiration. <3 Let's get weird!!!