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

I was up on a ladder using this new kind of suction cup thing to unscrew a light bulb. I finally noticed I’d disconnected the

I was up hiking in the – well, cold- early morning. I came across this gorgeous view of Squam Lake in winter. In summer, would

Clean up that dirty river. MHS. Make Shit Happen. That was the name of a group started by Shoemaker in the 1970’s to clean up