I've been in a tussle this past week with the weather, the lawn and my distracted self. The weather, I can't control. It's rained and rained, then rained some more. But this is the Pacific Northwest, known for its temperate rainforest — it's only to be expected.

I've been giving this question some deep thought. Some might say this is a dangerous thing. I'm not planning on giving up writing on my website anytime soon but I am seeing an awful lot of articles wielding a heavy death knell over blogging.

I woke up the other morning with thoughts in my head. Typically I was articulate and meaningful in those early sleepy moments. Now I can't remember a thing.

Finding our authentic self is a lifelong process trying to ignore societal judgements and embracing our multifaceted identities. Here are some thoughts for anyone navigating life’s complexities.

You may have noticed if you've visited here before, some changes. For five years and a bit, I've blogged and posted writing prompts at A Picture, A Story. Lately, I've been thinking about this effort. What is it all for?

The first in a new series on the exciting contents of my notebooks! In this one there are old names, words and phrases from My Little Book of Names.