(very faint tree shadow) I create art. And then I do things to support creating my art. And one thing I love to do is

(cleaning up all the hooks, re-stringing them on new elastic) I was talking to my online group today about Thupten Jinpa’s book, the Fearless Heart,

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.