TW: Religious Abuse | The deadly consequences of silence

Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle old VHS storage drawers into chic and affordable studio, classroom, office, or home storage

This Tickaversary post is purposely, joyously, and miraculously late. I had a feeling long ago that it might be, and I began so many...

"Mochirella" - Homemade dairy-free mozzarella sticks without gluten, soy, corn, nuts, or preservatives

This Leaf | A Poem by Joyclam

A floral arrangement from recycled materials and lost inheritance

Can I respect everything in its season – winter, exhaustion, rest, grief? Can I honor Sabbath, transition, liminal spaces, unknowing?

Post-Coronial dystopia

2022 | digital media

In the war at home, I honor the sanctity of grief. My grief. Their grief. Your grief. Our grief.

Tricks and Treats for Getting Off Antidepressants (not-medical advice from not-a-doctor)

What remission from chronic Lyme is NOT is a sudden restoration to 100% health. A new life is here. And there’s no road map. Now what?

If I am to remember God's love in my darkest times, I would ask Him to remember what it's like to grieve so hard you drown the whole world.

I’m in a new territory – the “Remission Purgatory” as I call it. A space in between sick and healthy.

If I want to heal, know God, and be restored sevenfold, what should I expect but a whirlwind? When God sends a plague, it sets people free.

Keeping the Christ in Christmas is not nearly so important... as keeping the I in Christ.

2020 | assemblage | 75" x 35" x 9"

2020 | installation | medical paraphernalia | 24" x 69" x 45"

I can’t believe it’s “only” been 4 years since the “Summer of the Ticks.” It seems like a lifetime ago. In many ways it was – I am a...

People think of recovery as tomorrow being better than yesterday, every day, every week, a little stronger. But Lyme-MSIDS recovery, like th

Instead of lamenting the weekend I found the tick that changed it all, I will celebrate surviving thus far!

There is a time to break down. There is a time to weep. There is a time to mourn. There is a time to be silent. Take it, and have peace.

I need to realize the self-fulfilled purpose of merely existing. I was created. I lived. He was glorified. It is finished.

Somewhere out there is a young woman whose life has just been derailed by Lyme, unsure if life is still worth living. For her, I write.

I’m entering my 5th month of treatment for Lyme disease (suspected 10th month of infection), and I’m having a rare “good week” when I...