Can you see the figure? So quiet. Resting. What a magical word that is. For the new mother, what you cherish is sleep. For yourself.

Rock-a-by baby. That’s the first impulse. Soothe the small small being. Lulled. The brain gets surges of sweet momentum. And is eased. Then … a

Okay, so life is going along going along going along. Park time, woods walk time, feeding time, that expected routine. Day in day out. Slight

I don’t know why I had to draw this image. Or maybe I do. Maybe I wanted to be the one swinging. Or the one

All smooshed together on the bench. Now… not so much. Unless you’re already smooshed, don’t do it. Right? But we love the smoosh. The flesh

My brain is on the theme of babies. This drawing of young ones hints at babies much older than little Artemis. Artemis. “Temy”. A sweet

Remember yesterday? So much happens in a day now. And it makes each moment matter in a way I have not experienced in my life

I had about 10 minutes of time for art today – but thought I’d share that image anyway. Listening. As we go through this time.

When my children were young, we had a dinner table ritual of asking each one to share about their day. We’d go around the table