Fiction, Essay, Photography … Sometimes Vampires
My life is about to change in leaps and bounds--but I can't make any announcement yet. Soon. (I hope!) What I can do is stitch. And learn. And clean off my deck so I can sit in the sunshine. I can watch projects unfold--over weeks and months, little by little. I learned felting I am… Continue reading Progress
I think I figured out why April is National Poetry Month: in April, all the trees bloom suddenly, and every year I am surprised. I give up, assume it will always stay winter, and then when I least expect it the world explodes with color. And pollen. I'm so dizzy with pollen or zonked by… Continue reading Shades of Whitman: Philadelphia, PA
I had never been to Portland, OR! What a gorgeous place. I see why it's called the City of Roses. Enjoyed Mt. Tabor park immensely. I didn't get enough in five days, I can tell you that. But I can recommend Ground Kontrol, Bollywood Theater (restaurant), Rogue Brewery and Taqueria Los Gorditos. What a literary… Continue reading The Dream of the 90s is Alive in Portland
95% of the time, I am creeped out by Google Timeline.But then there's that 5%, when I can see that on my first day in Portland I walked nine miles without realizing it.And when I see my Amtrak trip represented like this: That train ride is a huge check off my bucket list. Here is… Continue reading Coast Starlight
Thea had often seen the desert sunrise, a lighthearted affair, where the sun springs out of bed and the world is golden in an instant. -- Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark My dream for this trip was to listen to the audiobook of The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather while sitting… Continue reading The Song of the Lark
I had the incredible fortune to see the works, "Farmhouse/Whorehouse" and "Poorly Watched Girls," by Suzanne Bocanegra at the Fabric Workshop and Museum in Philadelphia in October. In the final days of these exhibits on display there, Bocanegra gave an "artist's lecture" ... while she was off in the dark on the edge of the… Continue reading My Project
59. That is the number of for-pleasure books I read this year. More than ever I feel myself fighting to carve out time to read deeply and intentionally. I finished grad school this semester. For more than half the year I had a commute that kept me in the car 10+ hours a week. I… Continue reading What I Read in 2018
