Tag: writing
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Never Too Many Questions
I don’t know how many times I heard my father open a conversation with, “Let me ask you a question,” but I know it was A LOT! All five of us understood, when Pop Pop led with those words, we were in for a lengthy discourse on some subject of interest to him, often involving…
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I Worried
“I Worried” by Mary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even…
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Make
“Your life is already artful – waiting, just waiting, for you to make it art” Toni Morrison 3 pottery pieces from my recent class and an old treasure I’ve saved from Scott’s elementary school days (circa 2005) It’s been a lovely winter for me, spent happily making art from my life. I crafted a PLAY-book,…
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Nesting Season
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”George Eliot Early in 2024, while enjoying New Year’s with our family in Jackson, Wyoming, I stumbled upon a gallery shop and was instantly wowed by the artist’s vibrant paintings of animals (Amy Ringholz). Since I don’t have the wall space nor the budget…
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60 By 60
Five years ago, in November 2019, I was listening to the voice of Stacy Julian on her podcast, “Exactly Enough Time.” Stacy is a colorfully bright, positive and passionate memory keeping creative. For many years I’d been an avid reader of her magazine, Simple Scrapbooks (sadly, no longer published), as well as her books, The…
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Coffee Shop Writer
Have you ever wandered into a coffee shop, placed your order and then, while the barista was brewing your beverage, looked around? Not a quick, cursory glance before your attention turns to your phone to solve the mystery of today’s Wordle; I mean an unhurried, inquisitive look around the café. I have, and I’ve noticed…
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Miss Rumphius
My father was a salesman – gregarious personality, boisterous laugh, firm handshake and all – he thrived in conversation. We joked that he could talk to anyone; sales came naturally to him. I inherited some of those traits, for sure. Every time I opened an exam room door in the Emergency Room to greet a…
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Where The Magic Happens
I love gazing at photos of artist’s studios, studying the little details of how they store their materials, how they organize their space to maximize their creative flow, and how they express themselves within their space. Yet I rarely open my own studio for others to see the same. Despite the many visitors we’ve had…
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Blue Skying!
I admit, it’s an unusual title for a blog post written in February in Pennsylvania where most days the landscape and, occasionally, my outlook resemble 50 shades of gray. My college roommate’s father, Mr. Murphy, dubbed this time of year “the Febs,” a perfect description for the daylight-deprived doldrums of a Northeast bleak mid-winter. Perhaps…
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Around The Bend
This past August, I visited the Anne of Green Gables Heritage Site on Prince Edward Island with my sister, Kathy, my niece, Abbie, and my great-niece, Logan (photos below). Cavendish, PEI, is the home of the book’s author, Lucy Maud Montgomery. We wandered red sand beaches, gazed at picturesque lighthouses, and ate amazing lobster rolls!…
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