I. Today is packed with people - therapy at 12, my friend, Sal, at 1:30, and then Stacey at 6. I have to go wherever one finds the 2nd Gen Apple Pencil - I treated myself to an iPad Pro so I could start doing digital things and also feel a little bit more mobile with...

I. I started a painting a few days ago when I was in a pretty good place. Worked on it yesterday when I was *not in a good place*. Achieved what to me looked like OMG DOOM.  This is always an interesting experience for me, because I know there are going to be people...

I. I went to bed early last night, because the day left me quanked, but content. I had interpersonal drama all morning, then worked all afternoon, and then had my son over for dinner AND my grandson over so his 'rents could go do grown up things. Wooosah. That's a...

This is a work in progress, of course, but all the yes to this. Stand up. Use your voice. Do no harm, but take no shit.

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...