I want to keep my hands busy and create something, anything. I want them to work like a spider creates… Read more How to survive a hurricane
With sweaty palms and joy, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know–not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today’s news!)–but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.
That’s what I saw outside my bedroom window this morning. I think there were probably more, but the flock flew… Read more Sixteen robins.
The neighbor’s pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The… Read more The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
When a male painted bunting feels threatened it sings out a loud, clear, beautiful song from its perch, all the while… Read more Be like the Painted Bunting
1. My three-year old calls ginger ale “gingerbread” soda. 2. I painted a bird. 3. A whopping 20,000 people have… Read more Three reasons to smile
I have drafts in my head that I want to put on page but instead I’m painting so the words… Read more Things are brewing (but not coffee)
This was a morning I did not want to get out of bed. Not even to write. Not even to… Read more Bird Songs
I have a confession: I didn’t fully believe my mourning birds. I’m talking about the birds behind this blog. The birds… Read more Hello From the Other Side
I thought I’d take a moment to welcome you and to share a little bit about why I started Mourning… Read more Why I Started this Blog