I am ambitious.  I procrastinate.  I think I am pretty normal in both of those assertions. What am I on about today?  Well, often one reads about a way to keep the house clean, workout, eat better, do whatever...

Every year, like clockwork, I end up battling beetles.  They are the literal scourge of my weeping pussy willow and cherry trees as well as my beautiful roses.  I tend to blame the former occupants of our home...

‘I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone, makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no...

On our recent trip to Acadia, I wanted a souvenir.  Not one that would be ordinary though.  One that I could use, something functional.  I found a hand-bound leather journal and my expectations soared. It is...

My art adventure began in January of this year, and started simply enough.  I wanted to create abstract pieces and have fun. I veered slightly after going to the Athens Arts Fest in May.  A.D. had participated...

Happy Monday! Moving forward in the filling of the art journal is the Deep Ones.  First described in ‘Dagon‘, they play a more pivotal role in ‘The Shadow Over Innsmouth‘ and always...

This week’s choice on Journal 52 was between ‘lunacy’ and ‘full moon’.    I chose lunacy. That’s not a sentence you write on the daily. Anywho, I looked through the other...

One of the most common conversations I have with clients is in about dating and healthy relationships in recovery, but this is not something restricted to people in recovery; it is endemic in our culture.  If...