Another new metaphor. Speaking of…. And then there’s…. So, on that note…. Another new metaphor. What a shipwreck cancer is. I was living life on charted waters, predictable to its highest degree possible. My
A Problematic Metaphor We realllllllly don’t like the out-of-control feeling it is to not understand something. We don’t like it when things don’t make sense. We get antsy and prickly when we can’t explain
The stinging behind my eyes, intense. The burning in my nose, telling. My body’s foreshadowing is now my heart’s befalling. It can take mere seconds or sometimes it takes hours, but the grief comes…What is
This was the day that sent me into a hurricane. Yeah, the breast exam early in the month, the car accident and the mammogram/ultrasound each building into the storm that would unleash as of
Road tripping with Cate today was so fun. From home to Badlands to Pierre to Aberdeen…we set our GPS and hit the road. Conversation. Music. Quiet. New things to look at. Laughter. Snacks. Cows.
“The grand procession came, the King and Queen of Hearts. Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on her face like the three gardeners, but she could not remember ever
You know me [smirk] I speak in metaphor. So………the yo-yo. Today I was talking with a friend about how weary my kid is…she’s weary about life, about covid, about school, about masks, about sports
Someone recently asked me, ‘Do you ever feel like it’s time to move on?’ Despite the initial sting, I leaned into my “all feedback is relevant” headspace and realized how much I appreciated her
Sometimes a picture does more than words. For both the artist and for the viewer. I am a porcupine. Edgy. Prickly. Impatient. I feel like I have to protect myself…from the harshness of people
You know that feeling when you’re apprehensive for something? Nervous and unsure… Way out of your comfort zone… The unsettled [borderline nauseous] stomach and that cold sweat that creeps along just under your skin…