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An Appetite for Longing

Messaging a friend to borrow a crate —so we can have a second for the puppy that is house-trained on the first floor but not the second — I noticed that … Continue reading

June 6, 2016 · Leave a comment

12 Months Begin Every May

Why is some busyness better than other busynesses? And why, once again in these May days surrounding commencement do I still bristle slightly when someone asks “so: you get the summer off now”? No, … Continue reading

May 9, 2016 · Leave a comment

Directional Habits Unravel(ed)

Not a good grief. Just a Grief. As in Bridge of Spies Donovan (Tom Hanks) says to Abel (Mark Rylance): “You don’t seem alarmed.” To which Abel replies: “Would it help?” … Continue reading

February 28, 2016 · Leave a comment

Outside of the Line of Sight

Standing on the stairs, the grand stairs they call them in our art school, I exchanged favorite book titles with a colleague who I only recently and randomly learned loved to read … Continue reading

February 11, 2016 · 2 Comments

Longing, Appitite, and The Road Trip

Penumbra/Almost. That time of day between dusk and dark, when the shadows are gone and the light slowly wraps arms around radio voices that get quieter, even without noticing. Last … Continue reading

January 31, 2016 · Leave a comment

On Holiday(s)

Taking time, making time, getting time, finding time, buying time. Finding home, making a home, coming home, missing home, leaving home. And then there’s entering a space, making space, taking … Continue reading

December 28, 2015 · Leave a comment

syn·es·the·sia from the back seat of the car

Jack was never a fan of school. Worksheets were busy work with math questions he’d get right but marked down because he didn’t show-his-work. He’d get scolded for not taking … Continue reading

September 14, 2015 · Leave a comment

First Lasts

Is there a manual, or even an article on How Not to Make EVERYTHING into The Last Time when my daughter, our youngest of two, is beginning her Senior year in High School? I can’t … Continue reading

September 5, 2015 · Leave a comment

Meanwhile, peripheral vision becomes the point

I don’t like that phrase ‘treat everyday like it’s your last’. Is it a joke? My dad would say ‘it’s a good thing we don’t know when we’re going to die or … Continue reading

August 6, 2015 · 1 Comment

Piling up the rules of fashion: an inquiry

Pinterest stumps me. Who are these people riding vintage bicycles with overflowing baskets of daisies wearing flowing sundresses and coral-colored pointed-toe flats? A couple of years ago I wondered about what I wore … Continue reading

July 10, 2015 · 3 Comments

Ingredients of High Alert

The cherries came all the way from California. Lucille extended the paper cup full of the summer burgundy fruit toward me in my kitchen and I took one. I ate it, … Continue reading

May 15, 2015 · Leave a comment

No more, no less.

Today’s New York Times front page above-the-fold announces: Aftershocks Jolt Katmandu, and “Everyone Is Scared” and Drought Frames Economic Divide of Californians: Will the Rich Cut Back? I wondered how these … Continue reading

April 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

Pins and Needles, still.

This fall and winter wasn’t so great. I don’t care about record breaking ice and snow, but the rhythm in the house and the balance was all off, and even though … Continue reading

April 9, 2015 · Leave a comment

Optional Viewing

Well lookie there. It’s been five months since I posted here. Well, since I’ve taken the time to write anything not mandatory. Because this fall I could only keep it together and … Continue reading

December 30, 2014 · Leave a comment

Stories as Lists

Blogs I’d like to see would include: Iconic family stories. One of my entries would include the time my brother asked me to run away with him. We were alone in the house, … Continue reading

July 12, 2014 · Leave a comment

It Was Meant to Happen (not)

That phrase–itwasmeanttohappen–what does that mean? Is it a spiritual now go and learn-your-lesson-from-it thing? Is it leaning towards a fatalistic nothing-you-can-do-anyway? Or is it just a what-ever brush off? I heard … Continue reading

July 5, 2014 · Leave a comment

Gluten Free Free Zone

My brother passed away exactly in the time frame the doctors gave him, nine months after his stomach cancer diagnosis in May 2006. During most of that time his nourishment came … Continue reading

April 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

Making Eye Contact with College Admissions

So I hit my first college experience as a parent—as a New Englander which means a foreigner since my own college-entrance experiences included only the midwest and southwest. There seems … Continue reading

April 4, 2014 · Leave a comment

Family Vigilance

I had an exhibition of drawings, collages and sculptures in 1993, maybe ’94 at Maine College of Art in the gorgeous upstairs of what was Portland’s original library, the Baxter … Continue reading

March 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

Geraniums to Chrysanthemums to Hopefully Pansies

Weather, winter, grey (gray), icy paths, salted cars, real headaches and the pretty of winter is gone. Today. Decidedly Today. Apparently two jet streams are still streaming. The peonies were … Continue reading

March 2, 2014 · Leave a comment

Buckeroo Banzai and Pinballs

There’s a scene in this [great] 8o’s movie where Peter Weller, Buckeroo, hears a woman crying as he’s onstage playing with his band The Hong Kong Cavaliers. He asks for … Continue reading

January 31, 2014 · Leave a comment

My Instagram

ANOTHER #avantpotato And the sender almost sent to the other Portland.... hummmmm #designinquiry strikes again? But who are these masked senders hiding behind the USPS?! Senior graphic designers are killing it with app design; in-depth thinking collaboratively is happening now. We can't wait to see how our daily lives could change with their work! #mecagd #mymecawork #graphicdesign Erin 6 7 8 #mecagd #artschool #mecaart #mymecaart A most magical place of silver reaching trees. "Big Sur" Fabreeze proved to be the best scent for possible solution of soccer cleats meets dorm room. Note impulse buy of big furry pillow in foreground.

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