So no, this isn't really about resetting my system.

Imagine trying to run your life at half capacity, but everything else expects you to be at full strength. No allowances. No shortcuts. The pace, the responsibilities, the expectations - they don’t slow down. You just have to keep going. This, to me, is what midlife feels like. Even while unraveling quietly, the days keep asking things of you. You don’t get to go live on a deserted island and ride it out in solitude. No, you still have to get your butt out of bed, go to work,

Lately, I’ve been digging into the topic of art therapy. The deeper I explore the practice of creativity as care, the more I realize how closely this defines my relationship with art. My connection to visual art has always been a form of self-care, shaped by whatever season of life I’m in. A response, not a product. Looking back, I can see this as a throughline. Creativity as self-care has always been there, even before I had language for it. In college, I chose an Advertisin

Sometimes students ask me what my favorite movie of all time is. I don’t have one, but I do have a genre. I love music biopics. I always feel a little ashamed admitting that, because I assume they expect me to say films like The Lord of the Rings , Star Wars , the Harry Potter  series, or maybe even a Tim Burton movie because I’m a visual artist. I was asked this question just yesterday, and later that evening I found myself alone on a Friday night, searching for something to

On staying, making space, and loving what’s unfinished My husband and I have developed the habit of not exchanging Christmas gifts, mostly out of necessity, choosing to spend on the kids instead. However, this year, I unexpectedly received a Christmas gift, perhaps the best kind in my opinion. After Christmas, we drove to Perry, Oklahoma, to dine at the Kumback Cafe, recognized as the oldest cafe in Oklahoma, with 99 years of operation. Our longtime friends are the new owners