Marching Forward . . .

Since October, I feel like I've been on a constant mudslide of action and emotion.
My son has been born, Riley has been the best little Big Sister I've ever seen and I've been designing, teaching and sketching as much as I can, which for the most part isn't much.
I did have some terrible things happen here, that have caused some shaky emotional issues and I don't know that I'd feel comfortable talking about them here on the Internets.
Sufficed to say, I no longer believe in what justice is or what it does for society in regards to protecting children and what's best for them.
I'll post some sketches here, but my heart really isn't in them. It's in my children and the family I have in my home.
I'll miss it.