MIDDLE GIRL
Sunday, May 18, 2025
Thoughts
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Happy Birthday
A cousin recently celebrated her 70th birthday. Her three daughters hosted a grand party, with immediate family, extended family, and friends, from near and far were in attendance, lending to the festive vibe.
There were games, food, music, dance, and lots of laughs.
A joy-filled event.
Love in action!
Sunday, February 23, 2025
A Story, Not (Yet)
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Toni Morrison: Song of Solomon* |
Hello,
I've been working on a story for the last few weeks, intending to craft it with tremendous care. However, I seem unable to get out of the starting gate. My mind wanders, my heart pounds, and my legs...let's not talk about the aches in my legs.
Physical pain, mental and emotional anguish, I am in short, stuck. Or rather, I feel askew.
The story is about a woman who is on the brink of change. She is excited, yet afraid; undecided about how or even IF to lean into the circumstances.
My own lopsidedness is likely one reason I can't give voice to any definitive choice or action for Janice.
Rest assured, I will work through my physical pain, find sustainable solutions for the anguish, and discover the crux of Janice's tale.
In the meantime, let us have sketches; old and new.
Kindly,
Middle Girl
*you wanna fly you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.
Saturday, January 04, 2025
New Year, Same Me
Sunday, December 29, 2024
Art
A few years ago I resurrected a long-dormant practice. In my latter high school years, I majored in art. It was the intent to major in art in college. I did create a portfolio as part of my application to the department. My emphasis was drawing (over textiles, sculpture, or painting). I was accepted to the department. Had I continued, I would have entered the department as a degree candidate.
I didn't finish college. A long story for another time. However, I continued drawing and exercising other disciplines as time and materials allowed. There was, though, quite a lull during the child-rearing years.
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Tell Me A Story
Monday, October 21, 2024
Love. Like. Life.
That's an exaggeration but that is what it feels like most days.
Most days I do not lament the presence of a significant other.
Some days I do.
Most days I feel ready to dip my toes in those waters.
Some days I do not.
Most days I am too busy with family, friends, the pooch, work, and related stuff to feel any emptiness.
Some days I am not.
In between time, I do things I need to get through the day: talk, laugh, cry, think, throw, catch, sleep, and dream.
Different things, different days.
Take gentle care.
Happy Autumn.