Overwhelm was hard to cop to. I wanted to say, “I’ve got it,” and be believed. Trusted. I didn’t want to admit that I was unhappy. That I felt mismanaged and that I was in turn, mismanaging. That I was lonely. Isolated in stress. Distracted. In pain. Because that’s ...
I’ve been a mother of many home educated children, an entrepreneur with multiple hustles simultaneously running, and an employee with an omnipresent side dream. All of these incarnations came with the frequent reality of more things to do in a day than time to do them all. I’m ...
Macaroni stuck to construction paper. The minty taste of glue paste. Rows of crayons with perfectly smooth conical tips and that that little flat end on the tippy top. Those were some of my first art supply memories. I was born to makers and raised in a creative environment so when I imagine ...
Heading out my front door as a child I had great choices. I could turn towards the right through the yard and maze of rose bushes, to the tree house, back fields, or tiger lilies. If I went straight ahead I could climb the pines, skip down the gravel drive, or jump the fence to the horse. And ...
