Embracing Your Second Grade Self

The last thing I expected when I started the Doodle Arts and Lettering class was for it to remind me of lessons I learned from the book Walking in This World by Julia Cameron. Lessons like the importance of staying…
Noticing life out loud since 2011
Noticing life out loud since 2011

The last thing I expected when I started the Doodle Arts and Lettering class was for it to remind me of lessons I learned from the book Walking in This World by Julia Cameron. Lessons like the importance of staying…

One of the things I’ve been working to change in my life over the past few years is to end the negative self talk. We all do it and we shouldn’t. One night last week I found myself slipping down that…

Holy buckets I’m tired of winter! I will say that this winter has been very good for one aspect of my life. The long winter nights have been conducive to spending quality time with my ink journal. I’ve also joined…

What the heck, I may as well write about the snow. It’s been one of the snowiest winters in Pennsylvania history and I can officially add surviving a Nor’ easter to my list of experiences. I’ve decided that snow is…

Well, not completely. Blogging, writing, drawing has been a completely unexpected outlet for me. I’m sometimes amazed at how free it makes me feel – and at other times surprised at how constrained I am at the same time. In…

2014 has certainly started off in a memorable way. Between January 3rd and February 7th I’ve experienced two major winter storms, two flat tires, two separate power outages, three nights without power, the perfect car rental storm, and last but not least…

I think we all need something to believe in, no matter what our ‘religion’ is. An excerpt from my journal… Dear God, My heavenly Father, my Creator and my Redeemer. Look out for me and guide me. I am stubborn…

As many people do, I struggle with seasonal depression – sometimes referred to as SAD. Mid-December when the days are short and the temperatures are cold the world around me becomes heavy and it becomes increasingly difficult for me to…

Several months ago I was at Michael’s looking for inexpensive writing journals for my sometimes daily stream of consciousness. I found a few, one of which was clearly oriented around sketching and painting rather than writing. I wasn’t sure what…

My phone’s ringtone was hardly necessary this morning; it was 3:30 am and I’d barely slept. I tapped the screen for snooze; ten more minutes in my warm bed was preferable to the chilly air outside the comforter. Christian’s flight…