poetry
Today is day 3 of Beth Kempton ‘s Winter Writing Sanctuary, something I’ve looked forward to the past few years, since I started writing again. I’ve been avoiding writing my year in review and a look ahead, so when today’s prompt was “Reflecting: Measuring a year”, I
personal essay
We sat, just the two of us, at the dining room table. Well, you didn’t do much sitting (as usual). You bounced up and down with your knees on the chair when you saw the tiny plastic bags filled with colorful candies. “I need scissors and a bowl!” you
artwork
About the Collection The Open to Interpretation Collection explores the ways in which we handle conflict and communicate (or don’t) with those around us - and the impact that has on our personal emotional landscapes. In a culture where many of us are too busy to actually look inward
poetry
Winter Writing Sanctuary, 1.1 Noticing: Measuring A Moment I’ve been wanting to start a substack for a few weeks and thought the Winter Writing Sanctuary with Beth Kempton came at the exact right time, though I will do an introductory post as well at some point. For now,
poetry
Is the measure of a life in the number of words spoken or the silence between us? The minutes spent watching the sunrise, or the nights my head rests on the pillow next to yours? Is it in the questions asked, or the prayers answered? Or maybe it is in
sketchbook
This morning I used my sketchbook to test out some colors for a new series I'm planning to start next week. Usually my ideas come to me as concepts first, and I don't have any idea what they'll look like until I start painting
random thoughts
It's 2025 and I’ve essentially taken a hiatus from social media. I haven’t deleted my accounts, but I’ve deleted the apps from my phone to counteract the mindless doomscrolling I found myself doing nearly constantly. My accounts are still accessible via computer, so I can
