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Shake me up
A couple of weeks ago I had oral surgery. I was pretty concerned about this event; there was some risk my sinus might explode during the surgery. It didn't! But there was a bone graft involved, and some mention of the boundary between my mouth and sinus being
Floating head, in graphite
Last month I mentioned I've been illustrating issues of Letters from Hill House recently. I've been tinkering with the medium, the level of detail, how casual or intentional it all feels. Was really pleased with the latest one. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy
Xes in boxes
Sometime back in February, maybe March, Squish observed that it was lighter in the mornings than it had been in awhile. Her point was clear: We can go for morning walks again, Daddy. We'd gone for walks all throughout the summer and fall of 2022, venturing out by
Ideal reader
Yesterday Squish asked to read The Dark Age. She didn't mean the short story; she has read that a couple of times, including once yesterday. She knows the backstory, that I wrote the piece during a time in my life when I felt I was missing out on
Happy leaves a mark
Recently my wife looked closely at my face and said, "I like your smile lines." I'm forty-four. By all research findings I've seen lately, I'm probably more than halfway through my life. (Maybe not, but we never really know, you know?) When
Happy looks good on me
Or so said Felicia when I sent her this little selfie from a recent walk. Despite a few speedbumps, the last few months have been really positive ones. I have been good to my body. I have eaten better than ever in my life. I have listened to new music,
A good moment
I am enjoying a season of change. Trying new things, taking better care of myself, being gentle with my thoughts. At the moment I feel proud of myself, feel quite lovely, and thought it might be nice to document that–something to look back on, maybe, in some troubling season