I’m glad the debates are over. The election can’t come soon enough for me.
I started the day with facebook posts about panic attacks, and ended it with this quick image falling out of my brush—bookends?
these trees started as a sad feeling but got touched with a warm fire as I went along
yes, my darlings, I am ready for the stage
I’m hoping you’ll find the earnest awkwardness sort of charming
a family grouping (a song of twos and threes)
I challenged myself to use only scraps from my waste paper bin