I Can See You Being Invisible

I Can See You Being Invisible

Dryland perch of middle aged mermaid Dear Pals: Today we discuss: what to do when you feel invisible. This is a quiet place. Not like the movie. *If you are crunching a cookie right now, no strange creature will leap out from the screen at you. But it is quiet. No...
Perspectives on Blue

Perspectives on Blue

Dear You: February, the month of blue. When the light is blue. How the skies are peculiar shades of blue. The struggle of accumulation of shadow over the winters months, the thinness of the sun, the distance of the sun, the shortest month, but the longest month....
The Forgotten Garden

The Forgotten Garden

The Big Yellow House I live in what is locally referred to as the Big Yellow House. An affordable house for self-employed artists because it’s in the middle of nowhere, because the house was so run down, with foundation and roofing issues, with a downstairs bathroom...
When Life Feels Like a Slow Funeral

When Life Feels Like a Slow Funeral

I’ve wasted so much time in life trying to please other people, trying to be civil, trying to be kind, trying to be generous and accommodating. I’m so shocked at how much time I’ve squandered in this way, even thinking I wouldn’t be like that anymore, and then...
A Writer’s Room

A Writer’s Room

I’m in my study. The work room. A writing studio? My writing room? The spare room. The guest room. The present wrapping room. The storage room. The room of bags and boxes and antiques. The junk room. The room of sharp angles. The room of corners. Corners and...