This is from the archives because Sunday is for silence. Up before the sun. Doesn't happen often, but I secretly cherish it when it does because it makes me feel like Ben Franklin. Speaking of which, have you see this? This is Ben Franklin's daily plan, and it makes...

I'm blogging every day in April. You can find out more and join me here. I. One of the things I cherish most in intimate relationships is the way things feel when we're 'around' one another without necessarily engaging one another. You know what I mean? Is there peace...

I. It is not a good idea to forget to eat on a day when you are already in a trauma response. Especially when the day includes lots of wine, whisky, Robaxacet (for the skating related tailbone pain) and Caesars. Trust me on this. It leads to things like believing your...

I. I missed blogging yesterday due to the brain fog that comes from sleep deprivation. It just completely slipped my mind. This provides me with a really lovely opportunity for self-compassion. Missing a day does not a failure make. Missing a day and then giving up...

I got to spend a few hours with my wee little bean today. Oh, my heart. Need I say more? No. No, I don't think so. See you tomorrow.

We're half way through the Artfully Wild Blog Along. This is day 15. You can find out more here.  Checking in with you here at the half way mark of what has become an semi-annual thing - I spend a month twice a year blogging every day. Some years I make it, some years...

This is from the archives, because Sunday is for silence.  Acts of love are important to me. Saying "I love you" is important, too, but it's not enough. You can say you love someone 'till the cows come home but it's the acts of love that really communicate it. I once...

I. My clothes are all in dresser drawers now, and that makes me feel so ADULTY. Before the ol' switcheroo, I had everything on a little shelving unit, so my things were always all over the place, and my little rascal girl, Salem would help herself to things, like my...

This is day eleven of The Artfully Wild Blog Along. You can find out more here. I. Speaking of grackles, I was out with Crow last night, and I caught sight of a tree full of them while we were on our way into the restaurant. Of course, as soon as I took out my camera,...

This is day ten of The Artfully Wild Blogalong. You can find out more here. On Monday, my son came over for dinner, and I made this: This is spaghetti squash, cut in half and baked until done, scooped, and then stuffed with it’s own innards, which I stirred into a...

This is day seven of The Artfully Wild Blogalong, and because it's Sunday, and Sunday's are for silence, I'm here with something from my archives. Find out more about the blog along here.  Trust is a huge topic of conversation between myself and my Self. It tends to...

This is day six of the Artfully Wild Blog Along. You can find out more here.  I. For context, you should know that 95% of our conversations happen over text. I was wobbly, and there was a catastrophe just waiting to happen, so I did what I do and I named it before it...

This is day five of the Artfully Wild Blogalong. You can find out more here. I. Most people have no idea that I am a total shit show at least 75% of the time. The shit show is mostly internal, though, and the only time anyone ever *really* sees it is when it is...

Today is Day Four in the Artfully Wild blog along, and you can find out more here. I. What I really want him to know is that I believe in him so fiercely that I hardly know who I am anymore, unless he is right here with me, and then I remember. That womanchild who...

This is Day Three of The Artfully Wild Blog Along. You can find out more here.  I. Start where you are. I am doing somatic experiencing with my therapist, and she tells me there will be days like the one I had yesterday, where I just cry (or rage, or numb out, or feel...

This is day two of The Artfully Wild Blog Along. You can find details here.  I. Sage Cohen's “PAD” started yesterday, so I went to class with a notebook ready and a pen in hand. Read through the assignment, got my head wrapped around what was being asked of me,...

I. I spent last Saturday with my beloved Stacey, who has been my friend for a little over a decade now. We took a break from one another for a few years to get straight within ourselves - I had a chaotic house full of dysfunction and a new business to run, and she had...