Goes to the Beach Here’s my annual piece of recklessness. I am poised to turn sixty. Poised? That makes it sound elegant and uncomplicated, which would be untrue. Don’t get me wrong. I am exceedingly grateful to be a privileged, … Continue reading
This time, she’s more like Late Middle-Aged or Early-Old Crazy Art Lady. She’s just turned fifty-nine. Fifty-nine. How can that be? Her Inner (and often Outer) Child is seven. Two years ago
What will YOU do on your artist date? So I’m in the middle of a national park, in the middle of a bad hair decade. Decade. I can’t avoid the fact that I’m a Middle-aged Crazy Lady wearing baggy pants, … Continue reading
go to your Happy Place. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Get out of the house, your worrybrain, your care duties and connect with nature. Once there, you don’t know what you might do. Turns out, … Continue reading
‘We hold you’, say the trees. I return to a beachside place of the heart. It’s been a while. The cabins that I used to stay in, to the north of the village, are demolished, erased. The whole camping ground … Continue reading
The Opposite of Anxiety I’m breaking my own rules. Best kind to break. Instead of waiting an entire whole year to share another ‘Late Middle-Aged to Early-Old Crazy Art Lady’ adventure, here’s a tale for you a mere two weeks since … Continue reading
One year of blogging every week. Could this be reason to celebrate? *Not Drowning, Dancing – the Middle-aged Crazy Art Lady and
Art and Soul Space 