
Connor ran in the year’s first Elementary Cross Country Meet yesterday. He didn’t place, but he did finish, and that’s what really matters.
Connor ran in the year’s first Elementary Cross Country Meet yesterday. He didn’t place, but he did finish, and that’s what really matters.
Just after sunrise on a crisp autumn Monday morning.
When I feel vaguely creative — when I want to sketch or write, but have nothing specific in mind — these loopy doodles are one of my go-to options.
When I was about ten years old, living in a trailer in Florida with my extended nuclear family, my Mom introduced me to these doodles. Some of my favorite memories of that time are when she and I would retreat to her bedroom to draw, or play chess, or design our “dream house” on graph paper. She’d make a giant loopy doodle on a full sheet of graph paper, then we’d both dive in with colored pencils.
I still enjoy making these doodles so many years later, partly because it’s meditative, but also because it reminds me of those quiet times spent with my Mom.
“Your breakfast is ready — oh. I mean, your breakfast is still too hot to eat. You’d better stay here for a few minutes.”
More details forthcoming, but suffice it to say that we have returned from our first post-pandemic vacation refreshed and only slightly sunburnt.