My shit, her shit

Text: My daughter’s therapy session the other day was really hard on her. She was okay with the therapist telling me what they worked on – they discussed the different feelings that can come up when you’ve been sexually assaulted – but she was withdrawn, wouldn’t look at me, and clearly was processing some heavy […]

Read more "My shit, her shit"

Light in the Darkness

Yesterday was a good day. The sun shone, I had some energy, I got some things done – like laundry. I stood outside and gulped great lungs full of the sweet spring air, and for a brief time, the darkness retreated to the cobwebbed corners of my mind.  The bad days still outnumber the good, […]

Read more "Light in the Darkness"


Text: I lost three days to that fucking migraine, plus two more to the postdrome phase (A.K.A. migraine hangover). The sun came out today, my first day of feeling moderately human, and the boost to my mood was palpable. I had a tiny little urge to weed my herb garden, and I stood outside to […]

Read more "Spring?"


Text: I invested in some “artist tiles” to do my Zentangles on, and I’m just planning to insert them into my art journal as I draw them. I’m also experimenting with using words in my work, and “fuck” seemed like an appropriate choice.  I’ve been battling a migraine for more than 24 hours, and actually […]

Read more "Fuck. "


My husband got pissed at me this evening. He was already frustrated because of his job, and when it was time to make dinner – which he had offered to do earlier – he stomped into the kitchen, loudly grumbling about how much he does around the house, how unappreciated he is, how someday he’s […]

Read more "Pissed."


I started drawing this Zentangle while I was watching the Ava DuVernay documentary “13th.” Everybody should watch this, even though it’s sad and horrifying and leaves you feeling hopeless and heartbroken. Those of us with privilege – specifically, all white people – need to bear witness to the ways our people and our government have […]

Read more "13th"