August 1, 2019

The clouds push back for an hour, and the sun drops light through everything. On a green bench on the top deck, I nibble carrot sticks and cucumber slices. Gulls swoop over Puget Sound. Soon I'll roll my suitcase off the ferry and walk to the light rail station off Marion Street. 

Mom and I spent three days around the mild s...

June 12, 2019

This cake we can't wait to eat. He wears tiny tennis shoes with blue stripes. In his plastic car he will sit and pedal across the lawn for hours. Eight months from now I'll stand in the yard, pleading with him to use the toilet instead of his pants. Over time our hair will change: his will go black and mine will go white. H...

May 14, 2019

You know something's up when you're watching YouTube videos about archival glue, and how to make a book press from cutting boards, carriage screws, washers and wing nuts.

For the past two weeks I've let myself putter through the steps of book construction. I measured paper and fabric. I creased and cut pages in half, glued c...

April 4, 2019

On a day when your writing project feels a little blah, or you can't face that page for one more hour, allow yourself this productive left turn:

  1. Pull out a good pen.

  2. Scissor up some nice paper into squares.

  3. Scrub a recycled salsa jar until it's squeaky.

  4. Stick __________'s name on the jar. This is the name...

February 11, 2019

I was on a solo walk-and-talk through the house. Down the hall, past the living room and around the kitchen, I practiced what to tell Lenee for our meeting at 10am. 

We both knew she was ready to begin her memoir. Touchstones of inspiration decorated her writing studio. Goal-oriented and full of stories, she wanted what she’...

January 10, 2019

The end of the year sometimes feels to me like the end of the world. I can't get my head around the 1,001 decisions to make about gifts and visitors and family-of-origin stresses, clothing when it's so cold outside, and for heaven's sake, what to make for another potluck?

On the other side of it now, I see the writing subjec...

August 10, 2018

In July I left my desk one Thursday morning and drove to Mount Lemmon with Brooke and Jeanne. Though my internal office manager frowned a little at this interruption in my schedule, I packed my art supplies anyway. After all, our day had arrived where we'd paint, sketch and create en plein air. 

Once a month a group of...

July 9, 2018

For a lot of reasons this swimming pool tugs at my heart. It's the humble one just down the road, which we clop toward wearing flip flops, with towels hugging our necks. These days the water is warm enough for a float or a swim. The diving board clatters in this nostalgic way. Under the ramada we can sink into books or writ...

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