Last we we talked about how to become a productive planner. This week we’ll chat about some of the planner systems available to help you sort through the clutter and make your […]
This month, the Sirens are all about reflection and decluttering. The year 2017 is at its halfway mark, and many of us may be gearing up to start the new school year. […]
All of the Sirens will be Marching tomorrow. Some in DC, and some in our home states. People all over the world will march with us. (Will you?) To commemorate these marches, […]
A week ago*, I cut just over twelve inches of my long, curly locks off. It wasn’t the first time I’d cut off a drastic amount of hair. The first time I […]
We’re in that weird space between last week’s election and next week’s day of Thanks. And in that middle space, we’ve all had to face some uncomfortable feelings about our nation, our […]
The ballots have abeen cast and counted and the news stations have called it. The outcome of this election has shown us just how much work we still have to do. First, take […]
Ask a Siren: When did you first become aware of the possibility of happiness and how did that affect your work as an artist?
Today’s Ask a Siren question comes form a deep soul, and cracks at the very hearts of our being: “When did you first become aware of the possibility of happiness and how did that affect your work as an artist?”
In response to a really interesting question on our initial “Ask a Siren” call, here’s our first “Ask a Siren” answer! Question: Is it for only females or open to all? From Leslie: […]
About two-thirds through the calendar year, the month of August saunters in and hails the transition from carefree, sprawling days of summer’s grassy fields and sandy shores to the madness that is back-to-school season. We’ve all been there.
My fiancé arrives home from a twelve hour shift. He left in the pre-dawn darkness, and has arrived after winter’s dusk.
“Who died?” I ask when I greet him at the door, motioning to the black band across his badge. A thin blue line on the band serves as a marker for his profession.
“The deputy in Leon Country,” he says, leaving his boots by the door. “You didn’t hear?”
“No,” I say. “What happened?”
He tells me about the fire and the ambushed deputies, and I’m reminded of the nickname firefighters have given cops–blue canaries.