I’m so flipped out excited about Zadie Smith that I’m sure I won’t do her justice. But this essay is indebted to her: on how

You recall way back when – when you were in school and you were looking forward to recess? Or the end of the school day?

We made it to March. Did you remember to say, “Rabbit Rabbit” before anything else???? Congratulations! You now guaranteed yourself good luck for the next

Years ago, before moving into a house with my husband and four children (when they were small), I contacted Tom, an interior designer. This friend

Not a great photo, this one. It’s of an embroidery I did a while ago. Each of the girls is thinking about something different. Focussing

Peaches loved this cold winter. Now it’s warming up a bit : she’s found a mound of snow to stay cool. Me? I’m happy to

(Peaches: Not more cloth prep. Sheesh!) The longer time I spend making art, the nuttier the journey can seem. For example, some of the ways

I don’t know why I have the pup adorning a piece I titled “slowly”. Momentarily she’s still. But slowly? That’s rarely her style of movement.

I woke up today all hot and bothered. Not a bit like the image above with its delicate details of snow blowing across the ice.

Part of the landscape’s mind – it’s memories, connections, rhythms – is…held in human consciousness ~ David George Haskell’s, The Songs of Trees. When I found this