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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

  • Triggers of Anxiety: Homeschool

    Tonight our school district will present the on-line proposed schedule to the School Board. I read through everything and had a panic attack. The schedule is all day on-line with… Read more

  • Bang,spit,scream

    Usually it starts with a screech or a cry. The sound could also just as commonly be a bang or a scratching surface. It could be the sound of a… Read more

  • July 26th, 2020 Pandemic – First Day Back To Me.

    The hills are tan, as they always are this time of year. Fire season looms in the near future, Hurricane season has already begun, our presidents a lunatic, and there’s… Read more

  • Whirl Wind

    That’s how my day felt. Like the spin cycle. It didn’t stop me from laughing during my morning meditation. Laugh at my 7:00 AM thoughts when both kids were up… Read more

  • Finally Back in My Studio

    My therapist really helped me get back in my studio. She gave me the push I needed. It makes a world of difference. I was getting pretty bad. I would… Read more

  • Sink in, reel in the spacious surrounds

    Blue sky, Kindergarten teachers voice from inside house echo Zoom, Zoom, Zoom. Children’s stories, unicorns, rainbows, invisible, morphing super hero. House school restaurant. Breaking News. Pandemic. Meditate. Everyday. Breath. Panic.… Read more

  • I can learn to live without living in fear

    The birds chirp today, sky blue, acacia blooms bright yellow. It’s chilly still, but beautiful and even warm under the sun. I finally feel a bit of calm, even with… Read more

  • I’m completely letting go of what January was

    The sun is shining. Bulbs pop up from the cold February ground. I bet if I looked closely, I would catch a glimmer of brown branches with tiny green spots… Read more

  • Help the Most Vulnerable

    “Hey, do you have a phone?” a woman asks people as they pass by in the plaza. “They always lie” she says looking my way. “Do you have a phone?… Read more

  • Studio Time, Blackout and Elementary School

    “Here’s the plate mom” Fiona says. She says it several times, I should have ran over and grabbed the plate. She was being helpful. I was too busy cooking dinner… Read more

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