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  • From the Bookshelf

    Inspired by my love of the television series “Dark Winds” based on the Tony Hillerman novels, I picked up a Lt. Leaphorn paperback for $0.99 from our local thrift shop. Given the randomness of the find I have no idea where in the series it falls, nor even how many novels are in the series…

  • Luna

    How much would you pay to go to the moon? I wouldn’t pay much. The chance to experience space (“the final frontier”) would be indescribable. The chance to feel like I was the bridge of The Enterprise sounds fairly priceless, but I know that is not what it would actually be like. Maybe a couple…

  • Through the Looking Glass

    Fourteen years ago, I had a horrible nightmare – I stepped through the looking glass, which has always been a dream of mine. The problem was, it wasn’t the pleasant and exciting adventure I had hoped it would be. Instead I found myself staring back into the mirror and realizing that if I did anything…

  • Pride

    Everything I’m working on seems to be running me directly into a terrible force field of trauma-generated protections. The sprint forward creates a brief euphoria of imagined success immediately before the crash sends me toppling over backwards into an angry ball of pain – somehow both emotional and physical. After dusting myself off, I resume…

  • Planning Is My Jam

    As an ADHDer (diagnosed a few months ago at 45) – I like to pick up craft habits and then toss them aside. Well, really I lovingly put them away and then forget they exist. But in 2016 the world of paper planners exploded, and I knew it was meant for me. Growing up I…

  • First Off – How Dare You

    Question of the day from WordPress, “What have you been putting off? Why?” It’s as if The Universe is looking for a fight. Rather than stepping back as I remove my hoop earrings, I’m going to take a deep breath – the kind the ladies with high cheek bones and expensive athleisure wear tell you…

  • Wendy, Darling

    It’s time to grow up. There is a memory, at thirteen, which puzzles me, but still causes me to giggle. Every Christmas Break my family would take a long road trip to Southern California to visit family. I must have hit peek obnoxiousness and publically displayed it while we stopped for a meal, because as…