Happy Easter, to those who celebrate! Easter will forever remind me of my Gramma Clarke. Holy Thursday dinner in her Church basement. Hot cross buns on Good Friday. Church on Easter and the smell of incense and lilies. Dyeing and hunting eggs. Brunch after Church, all packed into her small art studio turned dining room…

I was in Vegas one year and one week ago to the day and I’m back. Only one year?! Back then the world didn’t yet know what was hurtling its way. Some did, but most of us ignored the anxious warnings of doctors and public health officials, preferring to believe that something happening over there…

Mundane joy. A friend recently texted me that this was both her current state and yearly goal. How beautiful, I thought. That’s what I want too. After three insane Wednesdays in a row (insane begins with i; as does insurrection, impeachment, and inauguration), I want nothing more than to build a fire, drink the dark…