To Do or Not to Do
I’m a planner. I make lists of things to do. I make schedules of how to do them. But lately I’ve been wondering if my planning is productive because I’m…
Category: Pen
Finding Delight in the Middle of Chaos
After twelve years of living in the same tiny house and rearranging the furniture at least twice a year, you would think I would have exhausted the possibilities. But this…
Dam Removal
Last Sunday I walked the bed of the old Lake Aldwell. With the removal of the dam, the Elwha River is now winding her way through the surreal landscape that the…
Independence Day
At 6:00 AM on Wednesday, July 4th, I caught the ditty bags trying to make a break for freedom. I was on my way to the studio to turn on the heat,…
Adolescence
On Friday morning, I walked the labyrinth at Whidbey Institute in celebration of my friend Evan’s thirteenth birthday. As I circled inward, an old song began to play in my mind. It…
The Fullness of Nothing
Living in a one room house has some extra challenges. Like when it’s time to repaint. There is no second room to live in while the job is getting done.…
Room to Move
I don’t remember the exact conversation, but I do remember this one line from Kelly, my writing buddy: A person needs to have ease in their life. I remember feeling…
Priming the Pump
I write like opening a window like listening to the wind pulling the chariot of the sun above the horizon I write like surfing a wave like skimming the surface…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 