:the right to make:


When I was a child I loved to make things: stories, drawings, knitted scarves for my cabbage patch doll. All of it was play, the important work of childhood. It is the way in which children learn who they are and what they like. But, with age, comes responsibilities. Childhood things are left behind. I put my notebooks and sketchbooks away and concentrated on getting into college, getting a degree, and getting my first job. It was the sensible thing to do.

And then….

…then I awoke one day and found something was missing.

I was happily married. I enjoyed my job. I had good friends. We had a beautiful little girl and a boy on the way. Yet, there was something missing. I had already picked knitting back up. I would occationally write up a short story here and there. I kept a file of ideas on a USB key.

Having a second baby re-focused me on them. They were so little and they needed me. As they got bigger, I pursued other interests, both because I loved them and because I wanted a career. Still, in the back of my mind I continued to have the feeling something wasn’t quite right. Something was still missing.

My second career ended, and my focus turned to homeschooling. I spent a large part of the first year lost as we went through the deschooling process. So, I took up my knitting more seriously. I began to draw again. I started stepping away from Facebook political fights to chase hashtags on Instagram. I made my first poorly timed attempt at NaNoWriMo (we were moving.) I learned to spin. I started taking photos again.

Slowly my inner self woke up.

At first I felt a bit guilty, but then I realized I was showing my kids by example. I was teaching them to use the resources around them to teach themselves. I was teaching them to go after the things they wanted.

Last year I also started to come to the realization I wanted to make making my life’s work. I’ve come to believe that it is everyone’s life work. Creating is part of what it means to be human. We all do it in different ways, as scientists, as poets, as surgeons, as teachers, as sculptors.

I want to make every day for the rest of my life.

I want to write novels.

I want to take film photographs.

I want to knit sweaters.

I want to spin my own yarn.

I want to cook.

I want to play music.

I want to create.




:goals for 2018:

So the first half of January is gone and I have my goals for 2018.

No, I won’t be sharing the entirety of them here, but I will be talking about a few. Mainly I’ll be sharing the ones having to do with crafting, homesteading, making, and writing.

Here are a few:

  • Write two full novels.
  • Blog every weekday.
  • Teach myself yoga.
  • Lots of road trips as a family.
  • Create every day.
  • Learn to sew.
  • Learn hand lettering.
  • Keep a Gratitude Journal, and write in it daily.
  • Study herbalism.
  • Finish the declutter I started last year. (so close!)

I made myself a GOALS Page and stuck it in the front of my planner. Every morning, after writing my Morning Pages, I read my goals and make my my lists based on what is really important to me.




Being home is the absolute best feeling in the world. As much as I love going “home” to Florida and seeing my family, I always love coming home.

Winter, for me is in rainy, wet NorCal.

It is quiet days with the wood stove lit.

Reading books.


Paying oodles of attention to my dog, Cassie, as she is a total diva when it comes to getting wet.

It is doing puzzles as a family.

Its is watching marathons of Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Harry Potter movies.

I love being home.

I am still recovering from jet lag and the little wrist injury I got while on vacation has me in a wrist brace. It has made unpacking, laundry, and the other 5,476,829 tasks I needed to do this weekend very fun (italics denote sarcasm.)

I am also in the midst of setting my goals and putting together my planners (yes, that is plural) for 2018. I know many people want to do this before the beginning of the year, but I love leaving it for after the holidays, when I have no other obligations pulling my attention away.

So, that’s it. I’ll leave you now so I can light a candle, listen to the rain on the leaves of the forest, and finish my vision board.

:happy new year and going social media free:

If you saw me on Instagram last month, I announced my decision to leave social media for this year. I had already done this permanently for Facebook, but this time I mean Pinterest, Twitter, and Instagram.

This time my reasons are not the same as my Facebook decision. In fact, I they are the opposite. I loooooooove Instagram and Pinterest. So much so, I lose hours a day “just checking” my accounts. I won’t mean to do so, but when I pull myself out of the pretty-induced IG void, I find my to do list has become a little pile of smoldering ashes.

So this year I am unplugging from the electronic temptations for a year to see if I really can do more.

Last night I posted one last goodbye post, and then I deleted the apps from my iPad and my iPhone before I went to bed.

Twenty seventeen proved to be a year of growth for me.

I want even more of that in the coming year.

The only social media I am keeping is YouTube, and that is because I learn a ton of stuff on there (and I watch it while doing the dishes!)

So, here is to a more creative/active/present/kick ass year!

I will be on here a lot more, and in the coming days I will be sharing some of my plans for all this free time I now have.

Are you doing or not doing anything special for 2018?

:why I left facebook…forever:

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They say some relationships are glorious uplifting affairs. They make you a better person and enrich your life. This is not that kind of relationship.

I actually got the idea to write this post shortly after I deleted my Facebook account at the beginning of March, but I’m glad I didn’t. Trust me, it would have been a much angrier post. This is something that’s been a long time coming.

A long time.

In years past, I have taken Facebook breaks. Some have lasted a few days, some weeks, the last one was actually six months. On the last one, knowing I was going to be gone for a while, I did an announcement and then did a temporary shut down of my account.

This time was different. This time there was no announcement. This time it’s permanent.

The past two years have changed my interactions on FB from talking to distant friends and acquaintances to a source of contention and rage-induces headaches. Yes, I am talking about politics. No, I am not running away from politics. My FB friends list was full of people in all areas of the political spectrum: conservatives, liberals, libertarians, anarchists, everything! I never had a problem with that. I do not have a problem (most of the time) with dissenting political opinions. I do have a problem with rudeness, ignorance, “alternative facts,” and trolling.

And that, dear friends, is what FB had devolved to.

And I was done.


So I shut down my account permanently. No announcement. No goodbyes.

I was just gone.

And it felt amazing.

My relationship with FB had become toxic. My husband would come home to find me crying and angry at something which happened on-line. He doesn’t even have a FB account. He urged me to get rid of mine. He was right.

I am still on social media, primarily Instagram and also Pinterest.

But my life is so much better without Facebook.