What Next?

This time last year, I was holding Thing1’s hand as he recovered from major surgery and navigating an unwanted gap year. I was still working at home, and Thing2 was still getting his feet wet in middle school. They were the center of my world and the center of my life, and I thought I knew who I was - a mom, writer and artist. The last twelve months, however, have changed all of that. When I...

Kickstart – No Funding Required

I’m kicking off the new year with a jumpstart to my blog. The recharge includes a return to a name - Picking My Battles. It’s mantra that helped keep me focused on creating for the first few years -- even when I was almost as busy as I am now. And, what the hey? The formula worked before, and sometimes sequels are better than the original. When I inaugurated Picking My Battles, Thing1 and...

Head in the Clouds

I love to stop and ponder the headless statue whenever I go over to Bedlam Farm, the home of bestselling author John Katz and artist Maria Wulf. This weekend I was there to participate in their semi-annual Open House, celebrating Rural Art and the creative spark that lives in all of us. I love the Open House because you can't get up the driveway without running into an old friend and fellow art...

Blessed Burdens

Living off-grid means every scrap of laundry gets hung on a line, but if you think because the clothes dry more slowly I would be able to stay ahead of the folding, you'd be wrong.   I can wash and hang three hampers full of biohazard-quality laundry in a single day, but the to-be-folded pile only grows.  I usually tackle it before Google Earth registers it as a new land mass, and I rarely...