Slip Slidin’ Away

"...Cry. Swear. Laugh. Cry more. We are making a river with our tears and rivers quench the thirsty..." I had a massive headache for the past two days -- the sort that makes you not even want your morning coffee and leaves you feeling nauseous. I worked through it the first day and made it [...]

Draw-journaling and the “m” word.

One of the biggest shifts that happened during the Travis Thing was that I found myself being extra aware. Extra attentive to the present. I was snowed under by DETAILS -- some mundane, some very grim indeed. And I was startled to find those two things, the grim and the mundane, so close together like that. [...]

Private battles

The other day I was at Lauralhurst park on my lunch hour, sketching for this picture -- one of two for my friend-who-died's daughter, so she'll be able to see what his fatherhood was like. These have been very satisfying pictures to work on, though of course they are intense to work on as well. Two [...]

Just another path

My friend died. He has been dead almost three…four weeks now, as I write this. I have been writing about it, writing a whole lot, but whenever I sit down to write to a person (or in this case: people) I tend to clam up. It's so much easier to write to no one, somehow, [...]

Greetings from the trenches

We're six weeks into knowing about my friend with cancer, (see previous entry) and about five weeks into his 6-8 weeks prognosis. There isn't much to say about it. Most of the time, because I am not living with this friend nor am I that intimate with his family, life is normal -- transcendent and [...]

The courage of our hearts

On March 9th my husband's friend/boss was killed by a tree. About three weeks later, a woman I know -- a cleaning client -- died after a long, arduous battle with Parkinson's. I have written a LOT about that one, but haven't yet had the heart to post anything about it. So I was [...]