I realized I cannot stand up and be who and what I need to be without first kneeling and being humble to what I have been given.
A Talking Dog and Choppy Seas
How Saturdays would happen if the Big Blind Dog had language: I awaken and get out of bed. My husband…
Infinite Loops: Depression, Stuckness, Grief, and Self-preservation.
In the past six months or so I’ve done a good bit of coloring. I’ve found time for Hardanger embroidery.…
Balloons and Blankets: Honoring My Mother
My daughter had a lovely idea given that we were unable to have any kind of funeral or memorial for…
The Great Imagery Hunt or Walk 1.8 miles in my Brooks Trainers.
In the search for the ultimate imagery for our work, writers dredge up memory and metaphor that surprise and thrill…
For Momma – Letter
It was when my daughter was in her most rebellious stage that I called you beyond tears, beyond rage, exhausted…
Feed(back) Starvation or Finding a tool to fix a writing problem: Community.
There’s a phenomenon in fountain pen mechanics called feed starvation. Fountain pens work on the principal of capillary action (or…
Help! I Need More Conflict.
In my book, not my life. The Book takes shape. Each writing day (most days) I work on some part…
Fun with paper samples from Rhodia Drive
Recently, Rhodia Drive gave me the opportunity to play with papers by Clairefontaine and G. Lalo, two French stationers whose…
Getting Unstuck: Colorful Distraction
So, how do you get past those little stuck moments?