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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 powerful the first person is. I found her essay so rich that I want to…

You recall way back when – when you were in school and you were looking forward to recess? Or the end of the school day? And then, you realize, man, I have another class? You know, that kind of structure…

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 31 days. Who knows what would have happened if you forgot! Advice? You want to…

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 with a fancy house had recommended him. Tom came by, took one look at the…

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 here there and everywhere. That’s me. I’m in my end of work on a piece…

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 be a bit warmer. I look at my pup and think she and I are…

(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 that I think I need to prepare my cloth. Ridiculous. To back up a bit,…

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. By contrast, it’s my pace of producing art. I take a lot of time. Lot…

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. More like – it’s been too long not doing art. Two days and I’m bent…

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 place on Squam Lake 30 years ago, I fell in love with the old boathouse.…