Disappearing Act. Pandemic, July 2020

I want to disappear for a while, but how do I do that? What does it look like? How can I leave real life and go into a world of beauty and quiet?

In My Box. Pandemic, May 2020

I wanted to make a box myself. Because sometimes our boxes are ones we make ourselves, with care and on purpose. Other times they are made by someone else and we get in them. It turned out to be harder than I thought, so I needed help. But that feels right too. One way or another, if we want to make a box, we find a way.

1950s Housewife. Pandemic, April 2020

It might be the year 2020, but I have become nothing more than a 1950s housewife. Childcare, meals, housekeeping, repeat. Do I embrace it? Is this the flow to go with? A clean house is a happy house! Whistle while you work! I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me!