Here's to a day well lived.
My techie mom learned how to use a record-recording machine when she was a teenager. In addition to recording herself singing alone in her bedroom, she recorded family parties. It … Continue reading Memorial Day: remembering WW2 with my mom
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that, for the past month, every time I hear a wave crash against our eroding shore, I flinch. I’m hypervigilante and my brain … Continue reading Courage to live on the edge
Everything sooner or later turns into a story. Maybe in God-time the Word becomes Flesh. But in my experience Flesh fades into Word and the Word becomes Story. Yeah. People … Continue reading The tau tau and storytelling
This is a marvel: a hand-drawn manuscript for a small Japanese book by Utagawa Yashitora, an ukiyo-e print artist who (among other things) published over a hundred books during his … Continue reading Japan #1847: drawing, calligraphy, oh my
About four years ago, when I thought I’d finished inventorying and cataloging Jim’s better collections, we opened one last drawer in his study — the drawer where he kept trinkets … Continue reading #1850 Japanese Album
I am organized, but not obsessive. Get get intense about something. And then it’s put away “for another day.” I’m working on our “stuff” this week, preparing for another round … Continue reading Semi-organized
First thought: guy stuff. Keep it in the man cave. Second thought: useful tool. Where would civilization be without sharp-edged tools for cutting, chopping, slicing, carving, etc.? Third thought: power … Continue reading Thoughts on knives
I think of days like today as “white days,” when the sky is bright but overcast and the horizon disappears. Everything is calm and pale-pearly gray. The mergansers (diving ducks) … Continue reading Mergansers on Lake Ontario
In February, I decided to try a week’s worth of doodling a single sheet of marker paper. That lasted a few weeks and yielded some new motifs for my fabric … Continue reading Doodling my way to…
