Curve in the Road

I have been lost in another world for the past three weeks. With my mortality starred me in the face every time I looked at the headlines, I decided to clean out boxes of old diaries. Family skeletons and high school crushes marched through my studio as I read, copied down important bits, threw them away, fished them out of the trash, reread, wrote more, and repeated the process all over again. I've ended up with a 70 page document and am ready to move on. Enough.

Sleep #1 and #2

Sheltering in Place... I'm healthy, I have a place to live, and I'm with people I love. So for me, this is a time of slowing down, discovering what it means to move slower, to not watch my husband leap out of bed in the morning for an hour commute. It's strange, but I think I'll miss aspects of this when it's over.