And strangely, it turned into the same size as all the rest of my quilts. What’s up with that? Continue reading →
Or, aka, that’s my method and I’m sticking to it. Continue reading →
Tools, few and well-known • the familiar things I hold • pared down to useful Continue reading →
Sticking up all the little squares on the wall, I find myself with a little pile of left overs on the table. I guess my math is better than my counting skills. Continue reading →
One from this morning: Fountain pen scratching Black marks tattoo the paper A stream of thinking. And a last one from tonight: Writing new life goals: More watermelon, laugh more, Achieve badass-dom.
Everywhere you look in science, the harder it becomes to understand the universe without God.
