Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time. ~Neil Gaimin I’m thinking about ebb and flow and the fullness of time and the absence of it. I think we tend to regret lack of time, but rarely seem to celebrate its abundance…. Continue reading »
It seems like all of us are going through growing pains. Munchkin is adjusting to school, Elf is – quite literally – stretching his bones overnight, and I… I’m growing too. Transition. That is the title and theme of the writing class I just finished, and it is so apt… Continue reading »
I am currently participating in one of Jena Schwartz’s fabulous writing groups – “Transitions.” This is one of the free-write pieces I wrote last week. The acorn tree in the backyard was the anomaly. Tall and straight, it was unclimbable. The willows and elms and larch trees offered inviting handholds and foot… Continue reading »
The line in the sand is pockmarked with bright silver drops. The sea blows in.
Friends, I’ve finally given in and am starting a biweekly newsletter. I post varied content across different forms of social media, and the newsletter will be a curated collection of the best posts, news about my art and writing, and any other inspiration I find in my web-travels. Please note; these newsletters will not include entire… Continue reading »
The afternoons still slurry into soft heat, but mornings are nose-ticklingly crisp. Munchkin’s school is only six blocks away – so each morning I bundle the kids into the bike trailer, spread a blanket over their knees, and pedal like mad to make it before the bell. Three weeks in… Continue reading »