Uncategorized

  • Imperfect

    I’ve felt a deep need to write. And though my eyes are heavy and my shoulders are slumped… I’m here, on the couch, with you. I’ve been warring with a part of myself that is imperfect, of late. Sweet good… Continue reading

  • Love. And That Quiet Ache

    ‘You are the Sun, I am the Moon, you are the words, I am the tune: Play me.’ My heart sits in a quiet place, this morning. We celebrated my Father in law’s 80th birthday last night, and it was… Continue reading

  • Changes

    My mind has changed. I’m not quite sure how it happened. All I know is: the world I live in is different, and I both like it, and dislike it all at the same time. When I think about it,… Continue reading

  • The Business Card of Dreams

    This little sweetie will be coming with me to Kid Lit Vic, this year. A children’s book conference, where picture book writers and Illustrators gather to, not only learn a thing or two, but to pitch our hearts work to… Continue reading

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Kids

    I’ve had my computer snatched up by a nine year old, and I’m writing this on my phone. It’s never the same, writing from a tiny little screen, without that perfect ‘tap of keys’ feeling. The kids had their cross… Continue reading

  • Growing Pains

    It’s like the Incredible Hulk. When he transitions from man to beast. It’s not a pretty process, the stretching of the psyche. A shifting into the new. It’s clunky. And really, really hard sometimes. Learning who and why I am… Continue reading

  • Writing

    I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me. I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am. I’m tired, tonight, so this will… Continue reading

  • Changes

    My body and my psyche are currently on spin cycle. I’ve been knocked around by the latest viral delight to have nested in my bones. I’ve appreciated the rest, that is for certain. I’m so grateful to be sharing this… Continue reading

  • The Quiet And Still of It All

    He’s so present with his feathers. Sweet little bird. Sitting on a thin branch that reaches for the sky, not too far from the window, he preens as I sit here with a pillow on my lap, and my mac… Continue reading