I have this distinct memory of riding the bus when I was in high school, headphones on and a book open in my lap, only to realize that I was somehow reading the book and singing along to music at the same time. I’m not even sure if it ever happened besides that one time….
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mixed media journaling + the art of play.
I’m blown away when I think back on how long I’ve been creative and creating, in part because of the simple fact that I’m just so much older, even if I don’t always realize it. I have memory flashes of writing stories in a black and white composition notebook (an image I’ve conjured many times…
onward + embracing what might be a futile effort.
I saw a post–an Instagram story–earlier today that sparked a feeling of unfamiliarity in myself as I was, of all things, brushing my teeth. It was a pair of people in a park working on zines together, and I found myself wondering where that part of me went over the past few years. I’ve tried…
handmade, cottagecore, and intentional living.
It’s a mystery exactly why I started knitting in high school; I simply don’t remember. The best I Can recall is that I just thought it was neat, so I gave it a try. I do remember that an aunt of mine had taught me years earlier, when I was about seven, but by the…
currently | january 2021
I’m sitting here at my kitchen peninsula (my new writing space for #momlife reasons) as I type, Finn upstairs napping, laundry running in the washing machine, dishes in the dishwasher, and dinner prep going in the oven. I stared at the blank screen of Scrivener to work on a new scene for my novel but…
it’s just not my thing. (and that’s okay!)
I think I’m quitting YouTube. That’s not the biggest revelation given that I’ve only made three videos, but after making a couple of podcast episodes and a time lapse, I’m not sure I love videography. The time lapse was probably the most fun I had of the three, and I do hope to make more…
who do i write for?
I’ll write for myself, whether anyone else reads it or not. But then—if I write something, then choose to submit it, or write something and choose to publish it, does that negate my declaration to write only for myself? Does writing for myself mean hiding it away in my hard drive forever? I mean, probably…
june 2020 | life lately.
I would surprise no one by saying there’s been an absurd amount of plain shit going on. Global pandemic, civil rights movements, murder hornets, alien invasion… Wait, that one hasn’t happened yet. Anyway, you understand what I’m saying. And in the midst of it all, survival–literal and spiritual–have been at the top of the list….
currently, in quarantine.
This post contains affiliate links; if you choose to click through and make a purchase, I will earn a commission at no extra cost to you. Life is so odd right now. I’m not saying anything new. Even to me, someone lucky enough to maintain something of the same daily routine as pre-isolation, life is…