Work

  • Rose

    We are all roses. Slowly opening, slowly becoming a more fuller version of the buds we once were. I’ve been stuck on one row of petals for quite some time now, because unlike the perfect growth of an actual Rose,… Continue reading

  • Compassion

    My eyes see differently. I’m going into this deep (possibly triggering and controversial) space, because last night I read an article about narcissistic disorder and how completely awful and horrible and unacceptable narcissists are. As I wound up the article… Continue reading

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading

  • Friday Waffle

    I’ve blown up the heater, again. Both of them. First the ducted heating, then the little beige buzzy thing I set up to replace it. That went within ten minutes of me turning it on, so I suppose this means… Continue reading