As much as I love well crafted leather notebooks, or the bits and bobs that come with mixed media art making, there’s something refreshing about relying on humble tools like a yellow note pad and a pen that was liberated from the local bank.
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Postcard No. 3 – Canada
From time to time, I’ll be sharing stories from my travels. They will be a collection of “postcards” from the road. Unlike my other work, these posts will not be essays. Rather, they will be un-edited on-the-go reflections made while staring out car windows, waiting in airport terminals, or enjoying a meal of new and exciting flavors. I hope you enjoy this slight detour in our journey together!
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Food Is My Love Language
I love me a good food metaphor. Seriously! They speak to my soul and my stomach. For better or worse, emotional eating is my first and favorite form of therapy. Growing up in a family that celebrated wins and losses with food, emotional eating was our love language (and still is to some degree).
