Today’s silly tangle reminded me of zinnias and warm summer days. It reminded me of hopeful colorful things springing up out of the mix of decay and inert medium. I want to grow hope.

What do you do when gifted alcohol markers for holiday gift season? Play.

Tomorrow is the shortest day of the year. I welcome back the light.

December is for warm blankets, cats, and mindfulness doodles.

I do not believe that joy comes only from being blissfully unaware of the ugliness of humanity and the brutality of life, but I think it comes instead for having great love for life and humanity despite these things.

December is exhausting