The Future I Stopped Pretending Not to Want

Woman drawing at a desk in a home studio, with a faint, ghosted image of her younger self in the background.

I thought that, when I retired, stepping away from goals and schedules would bring peace. Instead, I discovered restlessness, distraction, and a loss of meaning. This week I reflect on how I found my way back in 2025—not to obligation, but to making, learning, and respecting my real nature.

December in the laundry room

A black-and-white illustration of a woman standing in a laundry room, holding up a zine with a thoughtful expression as if examining a shirt. A laundry basket in front of her is filled with zines, short stories, and creative papers. Behind her, more artwork and small illustrations hang from a clothesline above a washing machine and dryer.

I’m in the creative laundry room this month, holding up projects like shirts and asking which ones still fit.

The Return of the Studio

Close-up of hand holding a round sticker that says ‘There’s no wrong way to roast a tale,’ above a milk glass chicken dish filled with illustrated stickers

Studio Second Street is back — and this time, it belongs. A story about creative integration, purpose, and how one milk glass chicken still holds magic.