I’ve been making one page “diary” entries off and on since I came back from my last visit with my mom in February. I don’t make these every day, but I am making them with more frequency. I am having a hard time writing these days, but for some reason drawing a comic of little moments throughout my day has been deeply calming. Sometimes the pages stretch throughout the day. Sometimes they talk about things I am thinking about (like my coffee habit). Sometimes they are just of the morning (like today’s). It’s something I can do in little spurts through the day when I am with Gus or alone. They help me feel connected to what I am living in this little town with my big loneliness. They help me know I am alive even if my life is very quiet.