In my I Draw Home series, I explore the quiet places where home truly lives. Sometimes it is a window, sometimes a garden, sometimes a well-loved chair. This month I’ve been thinking about tables — the ones we gather around and the memories they quietly hold.

A reflective essay from I Draw Home about quilts, childhood comfort, and how nature, love, and small creatures help mend hurting hearts.

A reflective beginning to the new year—on growth, hope, art, and the gentle things that carry us through uncertain seasons.

A little wonder of how home, harvest, and tiny wings are connected.

“Little by little, the tiny world grows until it becomes a magical illustrated map.”

Today I turn 50. And I feel more creatively alive than ever.
It’s never too late to start something meaningful — whether you’re drawing for the first time at 36, painting awkwardly at 38, or building a creative business at 50.
Come read my birthday reflection:
“Fifty and Forward: A Love Letter to Creativity at Any Age”

In a world that often feels noisy and uncertain, creativity is what keeps us human.