Dear reader(s)

I have not been sharing much of my actual life here. So here’s a summary.  Trauma beyond trauma last August. I am trying to live that, live with that and him and heal into our thirty third year. Strange paintings have come out. I guess what I read is that I just have to let go with the watercolor and what’s left of my brain does the rest.

I would like to replace my roof. We have half what we need. 

I don’t have a stove.

I have a lot of paint. So her goes hot in the sun marathon. Outside, barefoot, throwing it like I have it. My hair fell out so I cut it myself. still falling. still cutting.