Tag Archives: depression
Letting Go
Sometimes drawing takes over and writing takes a backseat. I have finished the Greta and the Angels book and and felt pretty good about the drawings, but when the book came, I hated the typeface (Quinn didn’t care). I am … Continue reading
Quinn’s Song
Lately, when I tuck Quinn in bed, I sing to him. Sean’s been working all night and the older kids tend to be plugged in or never around (or, sigh, living in Seattle), so there are no critics to be … Continue reading
Blink While You Breathe
I have just settled into my seat at Starbucks with the plan of a 2.5 hour grading session while Lizzie is at practice. This image of the kids popped up on my screen. I scrolled to a similar one of them … Continue reading
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Luke left home and I didn’t tell you. I left you hanging. I forgot, somehow, to mention that I cried all the way to the airport (tears triggered by this hug goodbye to Quinn): I cried so much when we … Continue reading
Good to You
“We were together. I forget the rest.” -Walt Whitman We have been in school for two months now and it feels like a year already. Two months without drawing or writing or baking. Two months of chasing in a city that … Continue reading
Lopsided Firecracker
Some weeks are shitty and this one has not ended yet. When I went to sleep last Monday night (a Monday that was supposed to be my one and only, much coveted personal day, but was instead wasted with a … Continue reading
The Gap
“Always there’s that space between what you feel and what you do, and in that gap, all human sadness lies.” Rodrigue George I am sitting in the parking lot of the dumpiest warehouse in all of Indiana. Inside there are … Continue reading
Life Lessons in Denim
Today a girl at school entered my office at 8:00. I don’t know her well, only from a study hall. Once I teased her about how many letter A’s there are in her name. She was wearing gym pants and … Continue reading
Painted Black
“She’s growing straight lines Where once were flowers She is streamlined She is taking the shade down From the light” –Suzanne Vega, Straight Lines I have been lying in bed for two hours now, staring at the ceiling and deciding … Continue reading
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