I write to you today from the blissful calm of my new Zero Gravity Chair and nestled into my new, neck hugging heating pad here on the back deck. The birds have been chirping mere feet from me and occasionally a Disney rat (chipmunk) pops up over the deck’s edge to stare at me. Here…
Back in the summer, my husband and I watched more of Marie Kondo’s series on Netflix. In case somehow you’ve missed it, her whole revolutionary concept of organizing spaces is based on keeping things that “spark joy” and donating, recycling, or trashing the things that don’t. While we tune in to find tips on running…
Whenever I have a massive deadline, there is one thing—if I’m honest—and only one thing I want to do: reorganize my studio. I cannot begin to describe how powerful this drive is. Life feeling chaotic with outside demands? All I want to do is reorganize my bookshelves to make more space. Too many tasks in…
What happens to us when work that belligerently remains in the primordial chaos of “in progress” needs to be finished before, as Douglas Adams might have put it, the deadlines “whoosh by?” We might kick into high gear, armed with that special adrenaline that supports the finishing of all too many projects. We might ask…
With my relatively recent realizations about guardrails and the burn-out perils of not heeding them, I’ve been exploring more notions of space and where my most creative moments happen. I don’t mean simply the physical space of my studio but rather those annoyingly numbered and fast progressing ones in my calendar app. I’ve been dreaming…
My son loved bowling when he was young, but like most children, he wasn’t thrilled with achieving gutterball after gutterball. Fortunately, there were guardrails. As if by magic, the guardrails would slide up alongside the lane, ensuring Skyler’s kid-weight ball would bank, bounce, and roll its way to the end-goal, nearly always managing to knock…
I’ve come to realize that even in the midst of continuing Groundhog Day, time is finite. If I’m lucky enough for my maternal genes to call the shots, I’m only a a decade or so past life’s halfway mark. If my paternal genes are dominant, I’m already on borrowed time. For light summer reading [she…
