Oh, Dear Reader. What has become of us?* . . . Let me just start by saying that I’m not perfect. Not even close. I leave clothes in the dryer, sometimes for days on end. I obsessively worry the TV is too loud, and ask my husband ad nauseum to turn it down. I barely…
I Just Arted.
Because sometimes it just feels good, you know? . . . Ahh. To feel the swish of the brush in my hand. The tiny gurgle of water in the jar. Fairy tale colors brought to life. . . . Hello, friends. It’s a friggin’ gorgeous spring day here in southeast Pennsylvania. One baby is snoozing…
Breathe it in. . . . And sometimes, with just the stirring of a springtime breeze through an open window, life seems so delicately beautiful. . . . SnapDragon is a writer who utterly enjoys stacks of unused notebooks. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for her take on this crazy world.
Reasons I’m Currently Overwhelmed:
A List. . . . 1. I’m an artist. A writer. A teacher. Feelings of paralyzed inspiration are, unfortunately, just par for the course. 2. I’m tired. While my terror-filled nightmares have made way for frustrating-scenario-type dreams in recent years, I still ain’t gettin’ much rest. Please. I just want one night without a cerebral…
500 and Counting, Yo.
Woah! Maybe Snap’s got something to say after all? (she shrugs and smiles) . . . Hey hey hey! I got notified by the WordPress fairies that I have over 500 followers! I feel like a cool kid! Like the belle of the ball! Like. . . the world is my friggin’ oyster, yo! (whispers:…
Psst! A Word, Please.
Hello, Dear Reader. I’d like to take a moment to reflect. On life as a new mom? No. On how dish-washing gloves are my new prized possession? It’s true, but no. On how American society is eerily similar to the movie Idiocracy? Not today. (But stay tuned. Or, just look for the understated theme in…
The 100 Day Project.
Snap decides to get her shizzz together. You know I love a fresh start. And today is the start of The 100 Day Project. (she gives herself a high five in the mirror) Last year I had every intention of starting this project, and well. . . let’s just say I went to the mailbox…