surfing despair

surfing despair

When I lived in North Carolina, a tree fell on my neighbor’s car. He was upset and hired some guys to cut down many of the tall pine trees on his property. I cowered in the house that day, cringing at the sound of the chainsaws and the toppling trees. It felt like...
You can change your mind

You can change your mind

My mind is my biggest playground. Since I am quadriplegic, there’s not much I can change about my body, how it works (or doesn’t), or what it does. My body slips like an otter into the pool of “things I cannot change.” I am left with mind and spirit as potential...
reinventing my painting practice

reinventing my painting practice

One of the things I am reinventing this month is my art practice. I think wistfully about the days when I could just pick up a brush and make a “mess painting.” I would wet the brush and then wet each oval in my watercolor set. That would wake up the paint. Then I...
Want change? Don’t panic.

Want change? Don’t panic.

Suppose one day you find yourself in a dark and musky wood thinking your life must be otherwise and you’d change it if only you could resist the urge to scream and run or to jump and thrash around rather sit straight and just gently breathe let your thoughts...