Stories of Resilience

My tattoo is a memorial piece I got shortly after being hired in the fire service. It was after 911 happened and the guys from

My tattoo, which I got in 2021, covers most of my left forearm. The Koru designs, entwined with a lotus flower, honour my family —

My grief-related tattoo is a full-backpiece. It is a seascape with three otters and many sea creatures. I got it in Seattle over the course

I was 38 years old when I got my first tattoo on October 6, 2016. My mother’s name, Eryka, was scripted across my right foot.

Left Arm: A yellow rose vine stretching from wrist to shoulder, featuring open and closed roses, with an angel memorial tattoo honoring my dad, Craig

My tattoo is a phoenix bursting out of an Edison lightbulb on my right thigh. I got it in June 2022. The Tattoo I Had

Mountains. The one place that makes me feel grounded, protected, and powerful. The place I ran to when my parents’ screaming fights got to be

“Dying is the opposite of leaving…I am more here than I ever was before.” – Andrea Gibson My daughter, Maggie, and I got matching bumblebee

My tattoo on my left forearm is a butterfly with the words “We only part to meet again”. I got it in 2018. It was

My Gecko Tattoo Story I reach for Ayden’s hand and catch sight of the familiar patterns on my left forearm. My thumb automatically traces one

Is This Loving to Me? I met Blair when she walked into my studio, carrying a note written in her mother’s handwriting—a message of encouragement

My tattoo(s) are words: Grateful on my right forearm; PLAY on my left wrist. I got them both in NYC – one in 2015 and