Let Your Cardboard Show

Let Your Cardboard Show

Hi friends and fellow creatives, Like many of you, I’m trying to pace myself with the news and the state of the world. It’s a lot. I feel it in my body, in my family, in my friends. The collective anxiety is real. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how to stay engaged...
Wake Up, Naomi!

Wake Up, Naomi!

Wake Up, Naomi! That’s the sign poet Naomi Shihab Nye sees above her desk every morning when she sits down to write. It’s a note written by her son when he was a boy, maybe as a reminder that he needed to wake his mother up from a nap, but a note she has kept all...
A Few Things I Don’t Want to Forget

A Few Things I Don’t Want to Forget

A Few Things I Don’t Want to Forget The dream where both of my parents are asleep in the same bed. The floor is littered with balled up tissues because someone has a cold, and my father’s eyes are fluttering like he’s trying to open them after 15...
A Few Wild Things…

A Few Wild Things…

A Few Wild Things… The dream I had last night where I spooned with a baby possum, right up against my spine. It was tiny like a child, and we slept so cozily all night. In the morning I quietly lifted myself from the bed so I wouldn’t wake it, but when I turned around...