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I’m “observing” my teenager baking today, I am mystified at the combination of ability and complete lack of common sense. I keep reminding myself that at the end there will be cupcakes in the end.

I’m contemplating doing a month long hearing my process thing, I haven’t done it in years and it just feels like the time again, we’ll see

Rainy days, coffee shops, good books, some free time. I haven’t enjoyed this in a long time

“Trust is an odd thing, almost as strange as belonging. Perhaps I am the odd man out but these things are not normally my lot. I've managed to get by expecting neither, creating my own niche and making that work. And it has, don't get me wrong this isn't whining but astonishment.” My blog 2007

In the hopes of not drowning in bad news, I have been looking back, reading my old writing, randomly opening some of my favourite books and reading paragraphs. It’s a good occupation.

Almost 5 am is very different when you haven’t slept, than when you have.

I’ve been feeling mired down by everything lately and it’s coming out in my work

The dread is no longer floating out there, staring at us from the edges, it’s knocking on our windows. All the while I am trying to encourage my children to make good choices, make the people around you feel safe and seen. Be someone who you would cheer for in a movie. I’m tired.

A corner of my first piece of 2025

It took a bit but I’m back at it

With the start of the new year, I wanna say something that took me years to accept myself: your interests are not cringe I used to believe mine were cuz my family never showed interest in the things I like.

It’s the new year, I want to make mead this year, paint more, make more lattes and eat more cheese and crackers, and I want people to be kind to one another.

Is this a skeet? Have we settled on this now?

Well it’s happened, the inevitable holiday crash. Now I’m stuck in bed listening to the last of the holiday company have a good time. I hate whiney posts but I think that I’m allowed one once and a while

Everything is ready, I ate too much at the party and yet now I am gummy Christmas wreaths that didn’t fit into my kids stockings

Today I am holiday tired, that special kind of exhaustion that comes from all the happy things happily happening all at once and somehow I have to make them all happen.

Writing is an act of rebellion. Writing is an act of creation. Writing is an act of salvation. Writing is an act of exploration. Writing is an act of emotion. Writing is an act of confession. Writing is an act of speculation. Writing is an act of reflection. Keep writing.

Today Chrystia Freeland reminded everyone why a well written letter, is always more powerful than the sum of its parts.

Date things! Every year when it comes time to make fudge, I am reminded that in 2009 my Mother took time to write this in my little book of recipes, she added a note congratulating me on my recent solo show. Every year I am taken back to that very different time and place. ❤️

The cow has been acquired, or should I say bull calf, he is breaking all cuteness records.

Picking up a new cow tomorrow is something I never thought I would say, but tomorrow I am picking up a new cow.

"Video games cause violence" Meanwhile, me reloading my save because I accidentally made one of the characters sad

There is ZERO connection between vaccines and autism! NONE!

I am staring down too many projects, only one of them is a need to do, the rest are want to do and yet here I am once again not moving forward on any of them.