Enough with the Labels
I used to think in terms of labeling myself: Am I a writer? Am I a photographer? Am I an artist? Well, not exactly. Now, I prefer to think of myself as a woman who writes well and enjoys exploring…
My Thoughts
My computer (owned for less than two months, mind you) is now telling me it does not like the browser I’ve chosen for cruising the Internet. I understand that the monopolizing tyrants of Microsoft would rather have me use one…
Leave No Stone Unturned
Three days ago, I sat down to write and, apparently, got so far as to type in the date. Here I am today, though, already well beyond that point. Is it raining? Is that a mist of water I see…
What Would Socrates Do?
We all have a unique point of view. It would be lovely if more of us tried to appreciate what others think and why. While we’re at it, perhaps we should ask ourselves some questions. What do I want to…
Who’s Minding the Store?
I know that people think I’m a conspiracy theorist. I’m okay with that. It can be hard to accept notions that don’t fit into the safe little worlds we’ve built with the help of institutions we’ve come to trust. It…
May Day
A new month makes me feel like I should start something new. As such, I got outside with my camera, and am now sitting here at my computer, thinking and writing. There has been no dearth of reading for me…
On Education and Coercion
With our freedoms rapidly being stolen, thanks to a narrative bent on inciting pandemic panic, I found this old post, written 7 July 2018, quite timely. As I near the end of Blood and Thunder by Hampton Sides, I find myself shaking…
In My Head
If there were any day to sit down and write, this would seem to be the one. Jeff and Nick are not here to work on the porch, Luke is using my studio as an office, and everyone else is…
Things Farther from the Camera Appear Smaller
It’s late, and I didn’t think I’d get anything typed up today, but it’s worth the effort. Appearances keep changing. Martial law essentially went into effect here in Maine at 12:01 yesterday morning, but here in my house, where I’ve…
We’re All Human
What am I? A human being. Place no other labels upon me, please. What do I do? Well, many things, but for now, let’s just say that I collect and create words and images. What do I want to do…
But, Wait
Viktor Frankl reminds me that it is about the long run. I’m thankful for the message this morning. It is one we don’t hear often enough in our instantaneous world.
Instant Questions and Answers
The moment is enough. Make the effort to mark it somehow: write the story, take the picture, make the art.
