Writing in stitches

"At the end of each day of work I would sit and knit two rows documenting how I had spent my writing time that day"

Writing with Insects

The writing retreat reminded me of childhood summers

The Beach

In my solitude, instead of diving into crashing waves, I dived into novels.

The bush

I vow not to take a moment for granted

The Hills

Sometimes you don’t know you are sick until you take the medicine and experience relief of symptoms

The River

I am much more aware of how I live with the river

Gathering differently?

"No longer do I have to hunt for my passport in its ‘secure’ hiding place or scrub last conference’s mayonnaise stains from my presentation blouse"

Solastalgia, from a distance

A phosphorescent autumn

Nice germs