I’m not going to lie, I am vaguely daunted by the concept of the Night Gaunt and am thinking of doing something radically different medium-wise to convey these creatures. Like many of Lovecraft’s...

This week I present to you one of the most bizarre and addictive podcasts to date.  I have binge-listened to the first dozen episodes of Welcome to Night Vale with the conflicting sense of, ‘Why am I...

As the clock ticks down and we get ready to depart for our big trip to Yosemite and San Francisco, I am in full packing mode.  In my own way. Yes, I have the suitcase out and have been doing laundry and...

Since I have done literally nothing in photography in the past couple weeks due to the dreary scenery and my wholesale lack of creativity, my weekly roundup is a reflection on prioritizing food choices...

“Seriously, are you making more pickles!?!”  That was the question asked this morning when A.D. saw the crock on the kitchen counter and the mason jars in a neat line. “I am not making more...

The prompt this week for Journal 52 was either ‘lyrics’ or ‘misheard lyrics’.  As I’m certain was the case for many, the classic Hendrix misheard lyric of ‘excuse me while I...

The newest beautification to my life comes in the form of a gratin dish.  I know, bizarre. Every year we host Thanksgiving dinner and every year I make an Onion Gratin.  It is a rich and beautiful dish, but...

This weeks Journal 52 had three options for a prompt:  skulls, crows or what the heart knows. Since I am not a big on drawing hearts and kind of suck at being girly in that way, ‘what the heart...