So after spending a couple of months thinking that my memoir might be the only book I ever write, and lamenting the fact that I never have good ideas for stories, today I started my first novel. I’m too nervous of its feebleness right now to want to even…
Georgia O’Keeffe said, “The painting is like a thread that runs through all the reasons for all the other things that make one’s life.” She was mentioning how painting was the thing, the reason, the focal point of her existence, such that all the other things that she did…
So I’m reading through Ways of Seeing by John Berger, and it has this essay that talks about how things look different depending on what we put them next to. The captions we put on pictures change how we see the image. Often the image becomes supportive material for the…
I’m making an effort to blog for seven days straight. I’m on day three. I’m trying to make a habit out of it, and I didn’t think I could really mentally commit to the 21 days or whatever it takes to establish a new habit, so I am…
Or am I? “A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.” -Annie Dillard I have just finished the spring term ASL 102 class at our community college. I took 101 in the fall. I am taking ASL because my daughter is hard of…
*This post contains affiliate links. You can read my full disclosure here. Financial distress. It can get the best of us into a heap of worries. But what does it do to our art? I’m reading through Austin Kleon’s new book, Keep Going: 10 Ways to Stay Creative…
I was featured on OC87 Recovery Diaries the week of April 10, and like a dunce I forgot to announce it here. You can hop over and read my story if you’d like. You’ll find it here. Thanks for visiting!
Mental health professionals are supposed to protect a vulnerable population. They are supposed to be our advocates and they are supposed to be trustworthy. But that’s not always the case. I’ve suffered verbal abuse and sexual harassment at the hands of two different mental health professionals. I’ll talk about…
When there are no boundaries on your imagination, but severe boundaries on your practical possibilities, you find yourself unable to move. Or at least I do. Work is sketchy right now. I was unable to work for several months due to being crazy, and now I feel like I…
I’m sorry I’ve been absent for so long. I was waiting to hear whether I have cancer or not (I do not, thankfully), and I haven’t been able to think or function well. I keep starting to write this post and then I feel like I have nothing…
