A Walk from Dusk to Dawn

I’m busy training for an 18-mile overnight walk to raise money for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention and I’m excited for two reasons:

  1. It’s a great cause that means a lot to me. The AFSP does research, education, outreach and helps people in crisis and people who are grieving.
  2. The walk will be a big mental and physical challenge. The poetry of an endurance walk with a goal of reaching sunrise should not be lost on any one who has struggled with depression, anxiety, substance abuse or other mental illness, or watched a loved one struggle.

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MarfDaze’s Black Friday Etsy Shopping Suggestions

By Martha Michaela Hutchman Brown
aka Marf

Whimsy. It’s what I love.

Many times I’ll buy fabric simply because I:

a.)  Can’t believe somebody drew that goofy, goofy thing.


b.) Can’t believe that they committed that goofy thing to quilt-weight cotton posterity.

Like this:


Because cats watching a scary movie!

What I superlove is the knitting cat. Because a movie audience isn’t complete without a random knitter. (An aside: A few weeks ago I saw a lady knitting while powerwalking past the Haverford Township Free Library. Is knittercise a thing now?) Continue reading

John Barrowman, flakey feet, authors and ethics, Ireland, turtles and my famous kissing bunnies

By Martha Michaela Hutchman Brown
aka Marf

No blog posts from me in July. Sorry about that. I wrote several, but I didn’t think they were good enough for mass consumption. Instead, please enjoy an outline of stuff I’ve been doing and thinking about this summer.

Good Thing: John Barrowman

I binge-watched Torchwood in the space of about three weeks. On a Thursday, somewhere in the middle of “Children of Earth” and after several amusing youtube clips, I decided that I wanted see John Barrowman in person, which was fairly easy to do, since he was coming to Philly Comic Con that weekend. Continue reading

I sound my geeky YAWP over the roofs of the world!

By Martha Michaela Hutchman Brown
aka Marf

I’m a late-blooming geek.

In my 20s and 30s, through the magic of Netflix, I watched and loved all the updated Star Trek TV shows, X-Files, Battlestar Galactica, Buffy and Angel. I’d obsess. I’d theorize. Fringe and Lost were appointment TV.

But not Doctor Who. I just couldn’t watch Doctor Who.
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