the reluctant illustrator

It is a term I've been waltzing with, in a lifelong dance. Perhaps it's constitutional... Born

(part three) I'm flip-flopping (in so many other ways too, but that's a different epic) I

(part two) Memory is a curious thing. What gets anchored? What gets jettisoned? What gets obscured and overwritten? What never

(part one) This begins our story of The Bahamut. Over the holidays I dragged my son, and pushed myself, to

...for you this year. May it be light of heart and full of generosity. Bring the dream. Bring it. Happy

...it was a song It was a little song that I'd placed in a secret drawer of my

Thanks for supporting the radio silence. Here's a little signal in the noise... As always... ¡Gracias por leer

A skeleton walks into a bar I'll have a beer... and a mop" In these weird angsty

No, I haven't been sleeping... Well, maybe a little sleeping... I fell into a rabbit hole of making