Meanwhile, the wafts from his old home pleaded, whispered, conjured, and finally claimed him imperiously.–Mole, The Wind in the Willows After ten days on the road, I am home!Last night, I returned from a road trip with my two young adult children and a very anxious chihuahua. It’s a relief to be back, like sliding… Read more: Back home and making peace with my TBR Pile

I bake. I’ve loved doing it as long as I can remember.  About once a month, I bake communion bread for my church’s Sunday 10 a.m. service.Communion is a concept I’m not sure I fully understand. But I love the idea of everyone going up and sharing this bite of bread—the body of Christ—together. People… Read more: Substitute

My husband and I have an unusual tradition for celebrating our anniversary. We didn’t intend for this to be a metaphor, but it’s a little too on the nose.  We drive, surf, boat, cycle, hike in snow, rappel, or do some activity in which we’re moving forward, together. Sometimes we live a little on the… Read more: Anniversaries on the edge

The Artist Date need not be overtly “artistic”– think mischief more than mastery. Artist Dates fire up the imagination. They spark whimsy. They encourage play. Since art is about the play of ideas, they feed our creative work by replenishing our inner well of images and inspiration. Julia Cameron – The Artist’s Way blog –… Read more: How NOT to do an Artist’s Date

2023 is the year I leveled up for ten months.Then I leveled way down. I wrote three books and a novella. With my siblings, I cleaned out and sold my dad’s house, in a very long sale process involving a squatter. After my dad’s passing, I paid his bills and taxes and closed out his… Read more: The Cracked Rib Christmas