I take medication for depression.  Sometimes it doesn’t seem to work.  I get stuck in my head, and all the things I say to myself get louder and louder and more insistent.  It can be scary.  I go to battle in my head, against myself, the dark, assured, confident voice of my own miserable beliefs… Continue reading Head Above

I crocheted a little rug for the kitchen recently. It's at the sink, so whoever is doing the dishes can scrape and wash and rinse in comfort. I made it from two old sheets. The main part is a light green sheet that now has flecks of white on it. And a few little brown… Continue reading Little Rug in the Kitchen