wade in the water

When you’ve been out galaxy-trekking for a month, it takes some effort to swing back into your normal orbit again. The physical disorientation wears off quick but jetlag of the heart lingers.  I… Continue reading →

white noise

Twas the night before New Year’s and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. We partied from sundown to mid-evening only — by 9:30pm we were crumpled… Continue reading →

brekkie

The Man and I have odd schedules. Especially this season, with one of us gallivanting around the Netherlands playing shows. So when we have a run of evenings spent apart, we do brekkie.… Continue reading →

getting my good cheer on

Hello, you darlings – I’ve missed you terribly. Since we last spoke, the days have shortened and the nights have acquired a fierce bite. My knuckles are red and roughened from night-time bike… Continue reading →

the stitch itch

When a chill sets over the land I start feeling a peculiarly strong itch to stitch. Here are two of my most recent parlays into stitchery: On the left is an ode to… Continue reading →

la vie en cozy

  I’m in love with the darkening autumn evenings that send us inside to brood. Fuzzy dotted socks, fuzzy paisley sweater…all bundled into the pose I mimic from my yoga guru/calico kitten who… Continue reading →

at home in the Bunker

My sister snapped some gems while she was here — here is us, through her lens. Step into our bunker lair. Where the light filters in soft. And the cracks in the wall… Continue reading →

there were never such devoted sisters

Oh I’m such a tease, making you squint through the haze waiting for shapes to form. But if I flick my braid over my shoulder just so and smile my eyes endearingly at… Continue reading →

of Kansas no more

I’ve been swirling about in a two-week tornado of work and writing, and the wind is finally dying down. Now I’m hovering just above ground with the tumbleweeds and rooftiles and chickens that… Continue reading →

of noise and nooks

I feed on white noise. In fact, I sleep deepest with a clackety fan blowing by my head. I can hole away in the back of a coffee shop, focusing through the hum… Continue reading →