i go to bed restless. sleep does not come easily. i look at my books, dissatisfied with the selection. i get up, brush my teeth good. i have an infection in my gums, or a cavity coming on. i crawl back into bed beside my already-sleeping husband. he will be up in three hours, delivering [...]

I am journaling again. I don’t know what it is about me that I can’t keep my words inside, that I can’t make sense out of life and just hold things in my heart. I have to come out somewhere, say what I’m thinking to someone, think out loud, dialogue my brain things. I’ve gotten [...]

This week, there were a lot of things I meant to do: • I meant to do a giveaway. (I’ll be doing that next week – I’m gearing up to launch my shop, and I want to gauge online interest and let you all know that I’m not just shooting for locals.) • I meant [...]

from my journal: an excerpt, in which the author descends into authentic free-writing ♥ music doesn’t spin – it organizes things that don’t have words, takes the obvious and changes the ordinary. But you spin to music; it’s how you dance, and sometimes the spin is like flying, hair flying out, hands flung free, pigtails [...]

I love fabrics and wrinkles in fabrics and white down comforters and falling tulle. And I totally love our bed. I love seagulls in formation and finding pictures within pictures and night-coming-on in the golden. I love this little girl spin – free at the sea. I love this little boy blue. And I especially [...]

There is so much wrong with this photo, but I love it. I love it for the whites and the subtle blue, the secrets behind the glass, the scent of the sea breeze scattering heat at the corner of King and Calhoun where we waited for the “walk” sign to cross. I love the lions [...]

I don’t want to say it, but I’ve been thinking it. I didn’t want to leave Virginia, didn’t want to come to here, with the summer heat, the bugs, the humidity that I was certain would frizz my hair beyond my control. I don’t want to admit that it’s getting under my skin, into my [...]