The Work of Writing

I always loved writing, but I could never stick to anything. I wrote in fits and starts. But I loved the work of it, thought for many years I wrote and it never felt like work – which meant I didn’t write when it did feel like work. It took many years to learn I……

Artistic License

I dip my brush into the murky water and blend together ultramarine and ochre together, determined to master watercolor. Really, it’s all just guessing for me. But, I have Lonni, and she tries to help, poor woman. My colors are thin and muddy. “You don’t have a big enough water container, change your water!” she……

Singing to the Plants

The leaves stretch towards the window, yearning for the sun, their backs exposed to the dark. I turn the plant backwards, encouraging the plant to grow evenly, and so its back can be free of its fear of the dark. I pressed my finger into the soil, but instead of a sponginess, my fingertip burrows……