
I tell myself
Day before yesterday, I wrote a blog about an earlier iteration of this piece. Never shoulda done it. I’m not following my own advice. I tell myself: “Never talk about a piece while I’m working on it.” Or at least,…

Day before yesterday, I wrote a blog about an earlier iteration of this piece. Never shoulda done it. I’m not following my own advice. I tell myself: “Never talk about a piece while I’m working on it.” Or at least,…

Someone asked me today what I did with my art. Did with my art? When I’m not inside it? It felt like when I get the question: how are you? And I wonder if my answer should be about this…

I just said good-bye to a dear friend. She was here for weeks. And during that time, she was – shall we say – very present. She is someone who is foreground. Full on. Not someone to go unnoticed. While…
Remember when you were small and you were told something was “about to” happen? Something really fun. Something you loved to see. Like snow coming. You looked out the window. Waiting. It was about to snow. It was about to……

Remember when you were small and you were told something was “about to” happen? Something really fun. Something you loved to see. Like snow coming. You looked out the window. Waiting. It was about to snow. It was about to……

My daughter, Nika, and her husband and baby were moving today. All the many pieces of furniture and clothing and books, etc. were being shifted from one house to another. Moving belongings – one by one. It’s amazing how many…

Okay, this is Peaches looking back at 2019. So yesterday. Right? We are now – yes – at the year 2020! And that has to feel good. So good that I keep hearing people talking about resolutions. Grand resolutions. My…

Okay, this is Peaches looking back at 2019. So yesterday. Right? We are now – yes – at the year 2020! And that has to feel good. So good that I keep hearing people talking about resolutions. Grand resolutions. My…

If you wonder what Peaches and I were doing at 12:12 on December 12, you can see for yourself. We were contemplating the profound, inner workings of this place and time. We were thinking about the mystery we were born…
Day 2? Day 3 in Bath, Maine? I drove over from Squam Lake a few days ago. It’s a 2 and an half hour drive, guaranteed to be at least that long because it’s 2 lane and, well, why hurry…