Art Is Life: The Alveys

Note: Back in March 2012, I had the pleasure to speak with L.D. and Frances Alvey. I asked them both what they believed was the meaning of life. I was collecting a few vignettes from the elder generation on the topic. At the time of this interview, I hadn’t made some of the tough decisions I have made today that I felt were necessary to the path I needed to take. After this conversation, I realized that we all not only have a story to tell, but to live. The influencing force depends on the person. Since all of this I have realized that storytelling at this level is crucial. Mr. Alvey has now passed on and Frances remembers this interview fondly and has thanked me for it even to this day. This is important work and I’m ready.

L.D. Alvey sat back in his chair as he recalled his life.  His wife Frances sat near him as dim light from outside filled their living room.

“She’s my memory,” he said with a smile.

They met after Mr. Alvey followed his career in the Merchant Marines by working as a welder at a company across the street from a diner Mrs. Alvey’s mother owned in Fort Worth, Texas. He was 26, she was 15 and she said everyone told her it wouldn’t last. However the Forth Worth girl and the Kissimmee, FL, young man have been married 60 years.

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Art Is Life Motherhood

I heartbreakingly left my position at Native American Natural Foods after nearly eight years with the company and I closed up shop at my location in Yeager Office Suites of Plano. During this time I've spent being in awe of her rapid growth, strength, abilities and beauty. But as you can imagine, making the tough decisions I did was a major deal. I know what I imagined....And that was idealistic. I pictured raising her almost immediately at the studio and working my job along with it. I know there are some major super moms who probably could do this but for me it became all too much and as you already know I am always candid about my path.

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The "less-than-perfect" birth story

Hello, again. 

Been a while since I've posted here but pregnancy took a lot out of me. Now our baby girl Miah is here and a month old. It took about that long to write my birth story as my hands have been kind of full! Originally the below story was for my prenatal yoga class. I wrote it honestly and realize now it does not sound as awe-inspiring and glorious as others that have been read out loud in my class. I say that slightly tongue-in-cheek, of course. No water birth. Or midwife. Medical intervention. No squatting to birth her. Epideral. It is not glowy or whimsical. It is just MY story. Raw and beautiful to me because it ends in the most important person in my world. I am sharing it here because what better art than life?

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