Year of Pleasures: View from a swing

When I miss having seasons, I’m going to look at this picture. California is wonderful.

Some coping tools from your emotional doula…

I sent a message to one friend, and then started writing an email to another friend, and then thought of other friends I wanted to include, and then finally I just gave myself a talking to. Tresa. Tree. Be Brave.…

The Social Model of Adversity

Atticus had his latest surgery this week, an operation on his knees that one of our friends and CP mentors calls “a right of passage for a CP kid.” We are home from a week in the hospital now, licking…

Productivity in the Pandemic

I had a different topic for this post in mind, but when I looked up the date and realized we’re almost through May already, I needed to toss it out for a mini-existential breakdown. Whew. Time, eh? I love hearing…

We Can Do It

I’ve spent the entire last six weeks sewing my heart out. Sustainably at first, just one project among many I’d spend my time on. A little ironing here, a little sewing there. When I started, people were still scoffing at…

There Never Was a Normal

I’ve been quieter here than I anticipated when I announced my return. Current events and a global pandemic threw all our plans up in the air and laughed. I’ve struggled with knowing exactly what to say. I’m in a very…

Year of Pleasures: View from a swing

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