Art In Bloom
I’ve collected quotes for years and years: somewhere in the attic, I still have a tattered blue spiral notebook I started my freshman year of high school. It’s filled with quotes and song lyrics (had to save all those potential AIM away messages somewhere, right?).
Why I Spent A Whole Day…
Why I spent a whole day redesigning my website when my to-do list was a million miles long:
The Artist’s Way
I made it to page 18 before I decided there was no way the magic this book promised could work for me. I’d heard person after person rave about it: a must-read for any creative! Incredible! Life changing! I’d read another book by Julia Cameron, The Right to Write, a few months earlier and I thought I was ready to embark on The Artist’s Way.
2022: The Year Of Small
I love choosing a word of the year; it helps me be intentional about a focus for the year and is a simple way to keep myself on track. I started brainstorming ideas for a 2022 word in December and made a list to consider, but nothing seemed quite right.
A Space To Call My Own
We are limping to the end of this crazy school year, where I have done all the things from our kitchen: supervised virtual first grade, homeschooled preschool, tossed out snacks during work phone calls to keep kids quiet enough that I can concentrate, been a human jungle gym during Zoom calls, sorted mail and paid bills. And of course, the normal kitchen things too—putting away groceries, making meal plans and cooking dinner.
Hand Carved Birds & Little Wooden Chairs
When I was five, my grandfather died, and the kindergarten circus was at the same time as his funeral. My memories of the two things are all mixed up: it was the first funeral I went to, and when I think about it, I remember jumping through a hula hoop meant to be a ring of fire at the circus dress rehearsal and also my parents checking me out of school before the actual circus for the funeral, walking to the car, confused about what death really meant and what a funeral would be like.
Write Anyway
Sometimes, words start swirling in my head, feelings and emotions that beg to get down on paper. I stop where I am, open the Notes app on my phone, and start typing. On those days, I have no choice. The words inside me have to be put into writing.