On Freedom
Freedom On listen to this essay here June 2022 “How are you holding up?” Vaimo asks on the phone the day following the US Supreme Court overturning Roe v....
The Art of the Spark
Listen to my narration of this essay here The Spark of Art I was trained (and according to my MBTI profile) have a propensity to critique, tear down, find...
Bound Homeward
Homeward Bound Listen to the essay by clicking on the image or here. Dedicated to Cindy Johnson, dear friend, neighbor and fellow deep thinker and feeler....
The Art of Collapse
The Art of KCF Newsletter Turns 2! I'm celebrating 2 years of my newsletter's launch. And because I'm me, I thought you all deserve a little treat. So, I...
Art of the Hack
Hack of the Art Vaimo and I donned some going out clothes and grabbed our N95s for an outing to town a couple of weekends ago. Our first dates included spur...
Hitting the Wall
Wall of Art One might assume after forty years in this body and two (three?) decades of pushing it to the max that I would know better than to get to the...
Art of KCF: The Weight of it All
All of the Weight Last weekend I was gifted the experience of spending time outside with an Association of Nature and Forest Therapy trainee. She guided me...
Vinyl Painting
Painting Vinyl “Ah, wouldn’t it be kind of cool to have a record player again?” He said to his shopping companion as he strolled by me. “I remember going...
Art as Teaching
Teaching as Art Teaching others has been a lifetime mission of mine, formally and informally. I always loved playing school growing up. Pretending to do...
Art of Perfection
Perfection of Art Picture this, a young Chicanita at a desk, legs swinging, too short to touch the ground, pencil poised in right hand forefinger curled and...
Birthing Art
The Art of Birthing Saturday I visited a friend who recently had a baby. He had only been this side of the womb for five weeks and as I held the weight of...
Only Weather
Only Weather It is the depths of winter in Minnesota and we just came through a pretty intense stretch of sub-zero air temps that began in late-December. In...
Art as Legacy
Legacy as Art At a training I recently co-facilitated my friend V announced as part of her introduction, “I’m a bell hooks feminist.” Gathered with the board...
Reading Fundamentals
Fundamental Reading I just want to read. I just want to read. I just want to read. I just want to read. The current mantra that I’ve been chanting lately is...
Train of Thought
Thought of Train “I want to write on the train” I told Vaimo after waking up from a quick nap in our sleeper car. “You are” she replied with a smile in her...
Art is Making It
Making it is Art Over steaming bowls of caldillo Tía L made us I dipped a charred corn tortilla in the warm tomato based broth as my tongue burned from the...
Hobby or Art?
Art or Hobby? “Do you think we need hobbies?” I casually asked Vaimo as we sat on the couch that used to sit in my parents living room. “Speak for yourself”...
Art is a Jump Scare
A Jump Scare is Art You know that moment in a scary movie when the music has set the scene, anticipation is in the air and you know something is lurking...
Married to Art
Married to Art In a different timeline I can imagine my life just like the “dream” of this country’s supposed promise: a suburban home, the white picket...
Art is a Road Trip
A Road Trip is Art Have you ever journeyed across the country to pick up three large paintings you dropped off after a series of unfortunate events, really...
