Monday- all self portraits painted on old seed catalog paper and kitchens filled with smoke when the lard is forgotten while seasoning the roast. Fling the doors wide open! Let the winter air with its ever-hungry bite have a snack.

A bunny named Bunny tied to her back and marched through the woods as if there could be no other way.

In the home of never clean windows, three noses pressed.


The dump, the library, the grocery.

A first draft book review I meant send off weeks ago.

Meal planning, garden planning, what'll you do with your life planning.

Three square meals, times four.

Tomato stains scrubbed from a homemade coat I referred to as an heirloom! the moment after a food processor incident last night splattered us both.


some sweet little nothing (some sweet little everything) I wrote and emailed to myself about how nice it is to look through a window and see Craig on the other side.

Hi, there.

Welcome to this humble journal.

Grab a strong cuppa and settle in.

I'm so glad you're here.

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