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  • This Is 55

    After My First Mountain  There is nothing to do except brace myself.  It’s so cold.  I’m so sick of this wind.  It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more

  • The first time he spotted the moon, on painting and process, Rhythm and Presence. 

    “That” Jack says. He’s pointing through the window, at the sky. He notices the moon for the first time. I wonder what he thinks ? Is it a giant light?… Read more

  • Evanesce

    I said “I’ll be right back.” Lindsay was leaving in twenty minutes, I needed a few minutes to myself before she left. I put in a load of laundry and… Read more

  • Unbreakable inseparable. And recognizable. 

    February, almost two years ago, the days were still short, I remember carrying the babies into the house, it was dark already. The bassinets were set up ready for Jack… Read more

  • Space apocalyptic domesticity

    here I am again, thank goodness.     Strange day today, strange day indeed. Cheerios got the better of me this morning. Jack stuck his spoon in the little tupperwear of… Read more

  • Working, thinking, mothering

    “mama,mama” I hear Jack on the baby monitor. I’m in my studio working.     I can get a lot done in an hour! I tore up the large canvas I… Read more

  • Unafraid frayed parade

    back here again. In my studio. Hum of the fan, paint drips everywhere, acrylic caked hands.  First time painting since Saturday. I hate painting because it’s  like a drug to… Read more

  • Memories conjured, Rhythm and Presence workshop, like a knot, untied

    As I took the Bayview exit off 580 my heart sank just a little. My mom’s house was right there, but she’s not there and I won’t be stopping to… Read more

  • Getting ready for second rhythm and Presence workshop  

    I am here. Sticky boots. Back pain. Neck. Thirst. Headache. Exhausted. That’s my physical body. But I’m excited because tomorrow is the second workshop with Heather and Carl.      … Read more

  • Ten Minutes

    I have Ten Minutes before I need to get Jack and Fiona up. That’s a lot of time. Not long enough to turn on my computer and write a long… Read more

  • The Bloodiest Day so far and System Overload

    I heard a thump as Jack slipped and hit his face on the log we were climbing on. He started to cry, I picked him up and bright red blood… Read more

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