Or Twitter. My phone does not have texting capabilities nor can it take pictures. If you want to know how I am, if you're curious as to what I've been up to, pick up the phone and give me a call. Or email me. Or doing something really wild like send me a note via snail mail.

I don't do Facebook (or the like) because:

Last night, as Emmett and I ate under the pine tree and watched the last of the orange hue from the sunset turn to dark blue, the resident great horned owl flew across the bowl between hills and landed in the tallest of our trees in our yard. We watched it watching, watched it spread its enormous wings, watched it take off, watched it silently soar, watched it land in the neighbor's tall tree. And then heard it hooting in the middle of the night.
I love to be in my outside studio marbling or my inside studio turning my marbling into journals.
I'm busy having lunch and museum day with my fun neighbor.
Last weekend, Emmett and I strolled the peaceful Self Realization gardens by our house.
I enjoy brushing my cat.
I'm finishing up some pretty powerful personal essays.
There are so many great recipes to try...my kitchen is my second home.
Working in my garden is more calming than anything I've ever experienced.
I can't get enough of literary journals right now. My favorite: The Normal School.
I update this blog.
Girls' getaways mean so much to me.
Emmett's coffee rocks my mornings.
My friend's cancer is back.
I played countless rounds of Skip-Bo with my mom this winter and then went surfing with her this summer.
I learned to quilt.
Patti asked me to collaborate on a ceramic and marbling project.
Blue and gray whales and their calves are passing through the Channel Islands right now on their way to feed in Alaska.
I can't stop thinking about how cool it is that my 9-year-old niece joined the journalism club.
The spell-binding magic of being under the Chinese Elms in my front yard as they filter the sun through their canopy of little, slender leaves.
It's not okay to kill cows and chickens and pigs just because we like the taste of their flesh and I feel compelled to tell the world of that.
Being around my husband makes me happy.
Being around my husband warms my heart.
Being around my husband is a game changer.
I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday or Sunday evening than having friends over for a dinner party.
I got a new scanner a few months ago and I still can't figure out how to use it the way I want to.
I have two precious postcards sent to me from artists I admire taped to my office wall and I derive great pleasure from seeing them there.
I can't get enough of my hubby's BLBs!
Every time I listen to New Music Tuesday on KPCC, I become obsessed with a new artist for the week.
I didn't quit my job to become slave to someone else's idea.
I am the happiest I've ever been in my life and it has nothing to do with a phone, a website, or the Internet.
I need to get back to Australia again. Soon.
Actions speak louder than words. Show, don't tell. If you're my friend, you know it.