"where do you feel your heart pulling?" she looked at her daughter. "Can it pull in more than one place? I want to dance, and write, but exploring is fun too." "the more places you're heart pulls you, the more full life will be!" #SmolScritchSeries

It knawed down, that horrid feeling that stuck with me wherever I go. "Be productive. " it screamed. #SmolScritchSeries

The Christmas tree lights reflected in my cats eyes as it ascertained an idea on how to scale it. Never had it felt more like Christmas. #SmolScritchSeries

I closed my eyes, held on, and felt my guts drop as we slid a cross five feet of ice. It would have been helpful if I wasn't the one in the driver's seat. #SmolScritchSeries

Maybe this year, they wouldn't mention all the previous years we weren't grateful enough, or happy enough, or involved enough. I flinched. Well, one could put it on Santa's list. #SmolScritchSeries

Stockings embroidered with family members' names, hung in a row. The number that would remain empty far outweighed the two that would be full in the morning. #SmolScritchSeries

He wore bitter like a badge, smirking at the couple that implicitly trusted each other. #SmolScritchSeries

A folded line pebbled white against the coloured construction paper. It was my first time trying origami. #SmolScritchSeries

The lines on each drawing didn't match. They didn't connect. The face was a smushed puddle and the hair was one giant cord. "Maybe I should stick to landscapes" #SmolScritchSeries

"Cameron.. Carlyle... Colliste... Coriander... " "What are you doing? " "I'm looking at C baby names." "Does our baby's name have to start with a C?" "No, that's just what I'm looking at. " He snuggled into her crunched back as she studied the laptop screen. #SmolScritchSeries

These scritched words flow lightly on a square paper, tossed into a box with a honey and peanut butter sandwhich. It's your daily reminder of how much I love you. #SmolScritchSeries

I always scratched the lottery tickets with a quarter - as if I increased it's value by contact. #SmolScritchSeries

He kissed me. I kissed him back. Two days later I realized I hadn't liked it at all. #SmolScritchSeries

The cold wrung my hands and bit my knuckles but I smiled in the snow. #SmolScritchSeries

For my ongoing pile of smol paper scritches: Every step felt like a marathon or a great leap and there was twenty of them to the bathroom. #SmolScritchSeries

A new scritch: I needed a quick shot of joy and she had a way of carrying it with her wherever she went. Whether it was quiet joy or excitement, her home and her attention was sunlight. She turned the darkest parts of everyone into art. #SmolScritchSeries

A smol paper scritch for today: "Stop! Do not deign to speak to me. You're human voice is disgusting!" The dragon roared. His voice caused her ears to shriek in agony and she had sunk to the floor, covering them, by the time he finished speaking. #SmolScritchSeries

I decided to create the #SmolScritchSeries to intentionally connect to writing everyday, to open myself to observing the world more, and to exist in the online world of social media. Hope you can join these random paper scritches.

Another smol paper scritch: The two women danced side by side, their swords whistling through the air towards the rising sun. After a deep moment of still silence the older woman lifted her hand to the other's shoulders. "Another day" "Yes. We'll get through this too." #SmolScritchSeries

Smol paper scritch: A door frame, lit in golden hues, crumbling and waiting for you. A pot here, a hanging plant there, a curtain in the window. You can see a home, maybe. But it waits. It waits for you. And you wait for her. #SmolScritchSeries

Starting my pile of smol paper scritches: The relief at arriving at my well worn door was paired with the gentle breeze and shade of a job well completed. #SmolScritchSeries