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Abhor. That was one of my father’s favorite words. He’d pronounce it with emphasis on many of those long horse back rides we did together. It was at those times that he would unload his negative thoughts. Of which there…

(“Bleah!”) Pouring rain? On ice? On snow? But enough about the weather. Nor being perfect, I mean. Who said it would be. Ever? I remember when I spent a week on this utterly gorgeous mountain top above the Sonoma Valley…

Dun-da-dunnnnnnnn. Footprints. A monster for sure! My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov…

(a log sitter) I was captured by this excerpt from Jenny Ofill’s novel, Department of Speculation. I can see her four year old little girl in front of me. And I love that child’s wisdom: Someone has given my daughter…

(“I’m waiting…”) Sometimes a couple of lines in a book will make me laugh outright: You agree it will do for meantime. The first thirty six year of meantime just flew by while you were meaning to find (… the…

If you entered the room I’m working in right now, you would go – what happened? It’s – well – not tidy. I’m what you might call “organizationally challenged”. But NOT in my art. I mean the art itself. This…

I’m testing to see if I think the velcro attachments (loosely pinned for first look) will work. I think they do! That means I can attach, and later disattach my silks. I need them to lie flat when transported. Whew!…

(reads: THIS CHICK HAS HAD IT) What female person can resist this? I couldn’t. I ordered it off Etsy a while ago. I couldn’t wait to serve food on it… have the words revealed in the course of the meal.…

I ordered this amaryllis November 20. Red for the holidays. When it hadn’t budged/was still only a fat bulb on December 31, I emailed the company. They said: give it more time. And sure enough, a few days ago a…

(“what happened to the beautiful snow?”) I just got back from overnight visiting Nika and Scott – and Ariella, who had come up for the weekend to see them and to ski. They invited me to ski too, but I…