Blossoms of all kinds

February, you month of months, has truly started to look up. Here are some doodles from this week:

February 23: Admiring my scars.

February 24: I somehow scored a seat at the first ever #LeadOn conference for women in Silicon Valley, where the keynote was none other than Senator Hillary Clinton. 

Our construction is surrounded in flits of pink. 

That moment when your oatmeal boils over.

There were no doodles last week because Ryan and I were busy snorkeling, hiking, eating delicious Chinese and Hawaiian food, and enjoying time with my brother, sister-in-law and family on Oahu. Here are a few snippets:

Waimanalo, my favorite beach.

Wonderful meal with (l-r) Shelby, Josh, Keith, Ryan, Josh, Mrs. Ho, Steff, Mr. Ho)

Wonderful meal with (l-r) Shelby, Josh, Keith, Ryan, Josh, Mrs. Ho, Steff, Mr. Ho)

Dinner in Waikiki--our last night.

Dinner in Waikiki--our last night.


A week in #doodles

A week in doodles. In drawing these I am tempted to spill secrets, but that's not the point here. The point is showing the quotidian; the important tiny discoveries that happen every day.

February 10 marked my 14th anniversary as a type 1 diabetic. 

I took my car into the shop at lunchtime and found myself stranded in a combination pizzeria/liquor shop. Shit got weird.

Chicken salad out of chicken shit.

I love Fridays the 13th. I always have.

#doodleaday: Who doesn't dream of being Diane Keaton?

I have been dreaming of leaving the country. It's all versions of the same dream I've had since 2007, the day I returned to American soil after a year away. The dream evolves over time. Now I'm dreaming of a bustling, vibrant place, somewhere I can walk for hours, then hole up and write it all down: all the smells, all the colors, all the sounds. Today's doodle is inspired by that.