storms pass

After what seemed like an eternity of gloom, the sun returned today and I was glad. I needed those gray days more than I can tell you in this space, but was also feeling ready for a bit of sunlight to break through. Let the rain fall when it comes. Live there, dwell in wicked…

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sketch therapy

In August I bought myself a small chunky sketch book with light brown kraft paper pages. Since then I’ve been choosing random pages in it to sketch people and animals. The first thing I drew was a horse, then some faces, then a frog and some more faces. I do use references sometimes, especially for…

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battered not broken

It’s not unusual for me to take a break from this space in August but this break has been longer and more difficult than usual. Most of the difficulties have to do with Hurricane Irma, because of which we evacuated. It’s heartbreaking to see all the damage the storm has done to Florida and the…

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let the rain fall

It’s been a very stormy day, I woke up to thunder and heavy rain and was glad. I like it when the weather matches my mood. Sometimes it seems like we’re rushed through our sadness or, worse, encouraged to ignore it altogether. Isn’t it better, though, to recognize our sadness for what it is? Sadness…

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dark wings

My Father was intelligent and funny, he played guitar for us and sang. He took my sister and I on adventures through the woods to hunt for berry bushes and pick apples. He’d build a fire in the backyard and we’d make “toast on a stick” or “potatoes on a stick”…any food you can burn…

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here i am, with cake

Did everyone have a nice weekend? It was Easter weekend for those that celebrate. As usual, I hadn’t really planned on doing anything major for the holiday. After goofing off with Mac and the cat for most of the day on Saturday (photo evidence: instagram), I decided to make a bunny cake. It’s one box…

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until then

August is mostly a difficult month for me as far as work goes. It’s the month that the workload picks back up at the day job and it’s the month that I work on a few labor intensive contract jobs. I’m almost at the finish line for the contracts, and I’m very grateful. I’m completely…

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if I fall

This week finding the right words has been difficult for me. My Dad passed away and I am feeling all “these things”; frustrated that I cannot put words on all of it. I’m not dreaming anymore. Not even the nightmares. Not for days. It’s unsettling. Grief, itself, has a unique strangeness. It grabs you and…

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