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What Free Range Brain means to me
A Free Range Brain is a brain that’s been given permission to wander, explore, and play—without self-imposed limits. It’s what happens when you stop bullying yourself. It’s the way I’d like to experience the world.
Read More Experiments in animation
You know how it is when you want to do something but you just keep telling yourself “I don’t have time for this now?” That was me and leaning to create animation. Well I finally made time and you know what? It was much easier than I thought. At least to do simple stuff like…
Read More How I named my Substack newsletter
Naming my Substack newsletter was a painful process. I considered dozens of options and then had to overthink each and every one before moving on. The following chart doesn’t have every single option I considered by it will give you an idea of my process.
Read More Vacation in a bottle
In real life, I’m overwhelmed and anxious a fair amount of time. On vacation, I have no worries. There’s no cooking, no cleaning, no errands… I wish life were like that all the time. I also wish I could bottle that life up and bring it home. Since that’s impossible, I make due with the…
Read More Irish Inspiration 2025
Paintings from our trip to Ireland this spring. I challenged myself to paint what I felt, rather than what I saw. . .
Read More Much ado about matcha
You would think drinking Matcha lattes to combat my vitamin D deficiency and osteopenia would be a great idea, but nothing is EVER as simple as it seems. I know Matcha good for me, but I can’t get past the fact that it tastes like ground up leaves mixed into skim milk. To be fair,…
Read More Date night at the dump (essay)
Published in the Island Times July, 2011. I return home to Peaks Island on the 7:15 p.m. ferry. How will I spend this clear summer Saturday night? I wonder. As I disembark, I spot my husband, Ron. Ron leans against the stone wall at Jones Landing, near a palette of beer earmarked for Reggae…
Read More The Good Parent Game (essay)
Published 2011 on ErrantParent.com “You know when people have sex?” asks Lindsey. She is in the third grade at Peaks Island School. This afternoon, we went into Portland for ballet class and are now on our way to catch the ferry home. Lindsey sits behind me on her grey plastic booster seat as our battered…
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