backwards

life is continually and inexorably chronological, but there’s no rule against writing it backwards. especially when life is a bit backwards right now, and my shirt is inside out. so instead of a dawn, I’ll begin with a sunset. squinting eyes and sweaty foreheads as a sister of 9 years tramps besides me west down… Continue reading backwards

coloring my clothing (and maybe yours, too)

i've never said this before, but if you can, read to the end. there's something really exciting waiting down there 🙂 i mentioned in my last art post that i had something special to share that deserved its own post. this is long overdue but there's a type art that i've been exploring these past… Continue reading coloring my clothing (and maybe yours, too)

dear school

dear school, i know, i know ... you weren't supposed to end until late may anyways. and it's only the end of april now. 'can't you just hold on for 4 more weeks?' you ask. it sounds reasonable to the administration, to the teachers, to our parents - even to myself, at first. it can't… Continue reading dear school

jul

she was just 10 years old and she had been a wild pony for the first 9 of her life. her parents' friends had given them "The Strong-Willed Child" in an effort to tame her enormous personality. one small montessori school couldn't contain her stallion spirit and had sent her back home. she had tripped… Continue reading jul