•October 19, 2018 • Leave a Comment


ZT 1165

•October 15, 2018 • Leave a Comment


•September 20, 2018 • Leave a Comment

She doesn’t understand depression, though both her children experience it, because she has never had it. “But you sounded well,” she says, “I thought you were all right.” Now she says, “I don’t understand how your not being well is stopping you deciding whether you want to go to dinner.” Because it is a decision, and a decision is too hard, requiring many things to happen in my brain and my brain is too busy being filled with fear and panic and tears and black numbness. There is no room to spare.

~Rose George, ‘It Feels Like a Derangement’: Menopause, Depression & Me


•August 24, 2018 • Leave a Comment

What imperfect carriers of love we are, and what imperfect givers. That the reasons we can care for one another can have nothing to do with the person cared for. That it has only to do with who we were around that person—what we felt about that person.

~Rachel Khong, Goodbye Vitamin


•June 27, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Knitting is magic. Knitting is an act of creation and a simple transformation each and every time. Each knitted gift holds hours of my life. I know it looks just like a hat, but really, it’s four hours at the hospital, six hours on the bus, two hours alone at four in the morning when I couldn’t sleep because I tend to worry. It is all those hours when I chose to spend time warming another person. It’s giving them my time—time that I could have spent on anything, or anyone. Knitting is love, looped and warm.

~Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, Yarn Harlot: The Secret Life of a Knitter


•June 9, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Cholla buds

•June 6, 2018 • Leave a Comment