Long before I met Kelly I dated a woman I’ll call J. I saw her as my intellectual and emotional equal and she had this wild streak that I thought was bold and daring. Who doesn’t like bold and daring ? We didn’t have a long courtship. Turns out that emotional side of her was… Continue reading #throwbackthursday
” I am grateful for the echoes ” –Gretchen Staebler As a cardmaker I have spent the year reading the words of others in search of quotable passages I could use as inspiration for my cards. I have a notebook of treasures plucked from books and blogs. I’m not remembering the context in which this… Continue reading Less is More
Some nights after my work day and an unforgiving drive home I am just not in the mood to walk Yoda. Most nights, actually. He and I continue to have quite different agendas as we make the exact same loop through the neighborhood. I want to walk. Yoda wants to sniff, lick and pee on… Continue reading Working Titles
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next… Continue reading D I S C I P L I N E
After a holiday season full of activity, I am relishing these few quiet days. I’ve been wondering what word might emerge for me for the coming year and it began to come into focus this morning. This one seemed to choose me, rather than the opposite. I’ll ruminate on it awhile and see how it… Continue reading The Quiet Hours
This crow caught my eye yesterday as I walked my daily mail route. I watched him, watching me, as he sized me up and inched closer to me to grab a piece of “god-knows-what” from the pavement. We had a moment. Both of us coexisting in the same frame of time, doing what we do.… Continue reading Catching My Breath
Last night I fumbled through the stacks of paperish things I had sitting out in my art room. I pulled them out of boxes and drawers last week. My friend Jen and I were doing a little inventory. Making a plan. That was Wednesday. Thursday she was gone. I was touching each thing last night… Continue reading A Few Quarters
