A Tale of Two Muses.

I tend to be a dichotomous person. I sometimes exhibit characteristics that seem diametrically opposed, such as having purple hair and being a homeschool mom. And writing extensively on the internet but never mentioning politics (in a serious manner, anyway.)

Opposites make me extraordinarily balanced. Right?

Because of that extreme personality balance, I take photos of sunsets and seek out the most beautiful vistas, and I take photos of roadkill (after giving them props of course, because roadkill-only pictures would just be downright lazy.)

I appreciate the beauty in both – the most lovely of scenery and the most deranged of humor.

And this year, you, too, can remember whichever one you want – all year long. Because I have them BOTH available in calendar form.

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It’s kind of like a personality test. Which calendar brings you happiness? A reminder that the beauties of fall will come again,

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or inspiring quotes to remind you that New Year’s Resolutions will kill you?

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Which do want to gaze listlessly at during a stressful work day? A glittering view of Birmingham during ice skating and the holidays,

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or a possum reminding you that the right oils can cure anything?

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Do you need more poetic views in your life,

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Or an uptick in poetic mice?

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Both calendars support great causes – 100% of the profits of the Roadkill calendars are donated to The WellHouse (who rescues and cares for victims of human trafficking), and all of the profits of the Birmingham calendar are split between The WellHouse and Mission Birmingham (who works with local businesses and government to support the transformation of Birmingham and caring for its resident’s needs.)

So whether you find your most joyful place from Cahaba Lilies in a rushing river,

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or from a chipmunk reimagined as a massive terror,

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you will be helping others.

They’re both five dollars off through the end of the week, and either are perfect for wedding presents, Dirty Santa gifts, and baby showers. Or even in lieu of flowers at funerals, depending on the personality of the deceased. Or maybe not funerals.

The Time Has Come.

It will be here in just a few days…

To be quite honest, after every single ArtWalk, I tell myself “I am NOT doing this again.”

It is most likely the most exhausting thing an introvert can do to herself.

But I always do it again anyway. Because I have a year to recover. Because I am a person of habit. Because I do enjoy it. And because it’s the biggest platform I have each year to help The WellHouse. This year will be my fourth Birmingham ArtWalk, and I am nervously anticipating the fun/exuberance/conversation/heat and sweat/weariness/delight that it will be.

And I desperately need YOU to come – so that the only people I’m talking to aren’t strangers. (And yes, if you read this blog, you’re not a stranger – even if we haven’t met yet. So let’s fix that.)

Because y’all – strangers are weird.

I’ve focused my ordering this year on specific customer-favorite prints, and have recreated them in many different forms – metal prints, pillows, note cards, bookmarks, coasters, postcards, notebooks, and more.

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I have redesigned my note cards and love the new look. I have a brand new 2017 set,

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And will also be selling my Alabama Wonders note cards,

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The floral set,

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And what I have left of the 2016 set.

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Oh – and somewhere safely hidden, I’ll have my extra-special roadkill note cards, as well.

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You know – for my  truest kindred spirits.

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Here are the details:

Friday, September 8th – 5pm-10pm
Saturday, September 9th – 10am-6pm
The show is free, and will cover many blocks of downtown. I will be in the Rogue Tavern parking lot next to 2312 2nd Avenue North – right down the block from Urban Standard, so you can get some fantastic coffee and come visit me.

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So you know what to look for, here’s what my booth looked like last year:

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All of my products will be on sale, and 100% of the profits are donated to The WellHouse to help rescue victims of human trafficking. So come by and pick up some fun Birmingham (or roadkill) products, and help save some women who very much need your help.

If you just can’t make it or you’re out of town and you don’t want to drive 12 hours to see me (how dare you!), here’s a coupon code for you – the coupon code VIRTUALARTWALK will get you 20% off everything in my shop online. If you can’t find what you want, let me know – I’ve been so busy getting ready for ArtWalk that I haven’t had time to fully update the shop – but I can create custom sales for you if needed.

Thank you all! I can’t wait to see/meet/talk to you/sweat with you.

Origin Stories.

Every year about this time, I write a post similar to this one. Then I don’t publish it, out of concern that my words would be misread or misunderstood. This year I decided to go ahead and hit that publish button.

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For the past ten years, the constants of my life have been that I am a writer, a mom, a wife, an accountant, a homeschooler. But four years ago, that shifted dramatically. Very suddenly I found myself sure I was going to die, dealing with daily chest pains and blacking out and heart racing. Four months of every medical test imaginable and I was diagnosed with Dysautonomia. Since that point my life has consisted of working every day at being able to minimize my symptoms. Drinking obscene amounts of water, running nearly every day, abstaining partially or wholly from the delicious parts of life like caffeine and chocolate and sugar, IV treatments, and tracking everything imaginable to see what helps or hurts my situation.

For clarification, I actually do live a fairly normal life, but I work seriously hard at being able to do so.

There are some things I can’t fix, however. I have tried countless things to make my brain work as quickly and as wittily as it used to, and nothing seems to help. Writing takes infinitely longer, and I have shrunk my writing schedule down from 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, times a week to the current 2 and sometimes only 1 time a week. If I happen to go back and read something that I wrote more than four years ago, I end up in a funk for a couple of days because it makes me so mad at how well my mind formerly functioned. And then it frightens me that my brain is in a continuing state of decline, and it’s going to get even worse.

Every year about this time, when my Dysautonomia gets especially rough (thanks, summer) and my brain gets unendingly fuzzy, I struggle with whether I should continue writing, or if I should take that pressure off of myself and quit while I’m ahead. Other times I glance at my blog’s dwindling visitor numbers and ponder whether I’m like a sitcom that’s gone three seasons too long.

But then I remember that the real reason I’m writing is for my children to read. They have 2,100+ posts over nearly ten years, many documenting their lives, and they already enjoy reading and hearing the stories I’ve captured here. Although Ali has reached the age where I don’t write about her as much because she deserves her privacy, Noah still has a lot of childhood left to document. And so I convince myself to keep writing – to not care if I’m boring people or losing readers with my diminished ability to craft words in a captivating manner. I write for the reason I started writing – to record our own personal history book.

(It really is hard to remember that because I love you all so much, and the hundreds of relationships I’ve birthed out of writing are precious to me. But at the end of the day, I try (but often fail) not to stress about my writing.)

So if I don’t write as often as I used to, or if you also notice that my writing style has drastically shifted, or if I take a long quiet break, please know that I’m probably somewhere, racking my brain for words and original thought, frustrated that I can’t remember how to think creatively.

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But as hard as the writing loss has been, from the journey of dysautonomia came my love for photography. Because when my brain was too foggy to form words, I could still tell stories in picture. And since I was now forced to exercise to stay lucid, I was seeing (and appreciating) more of my surrounding world on the daily.

From that birthed Picture Birmingham, my photography business where I sell my prints, note cards, and other photo art products so that I can donate all the profits to The WellHouse, a ministry that helps rescue and care for victims of human trafficking. In the three years of Picture Birmingham’s existence, it has raised over $15,000 for The WellHouse – and zero dollars of that would have existed if I hadn’t gotten dysautonomia.

So although my daily life is affected in annoying and constant ways, and although my ability to craft words and love for writing has been decimated, and although I have to work every day to live normally, dysautonomia has forced me to LIVE to be able to live – and therefore, to help my children also live a life full of seeing our beautiful world. It has forced me to appreciate my state, to explore, to engage in nature, and to do crazy things like go in a wet cave and climb on a slippery pedestal above a 50 foot drop.

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It has changed who I am and what I value. It has given me an appreciation for this spectacular world and an ability to go explore it. It has given me the opportunity to use those explorations to help women that are suffering in ways that I cannot imagine.

So yes, I have an incurable illness. And yes, that’s really stupid and annoying. But as illnesses go, this one does have its blessings. And I am, (at least some of the time,) okay with that.

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