Cracked Up

Jessica totally cracked me up. That kind of ear-to-ear grin, make your heart happy, laugh out loud kind of cracked up. She didn’t mean to. But she did. Because I love how this lady of the Lighthouse dreams big, prays big.

Last week we introduced the ladies at the Lighthouse to . . . → Read More: Cracked Up


Paying attention to how beads are strung together, I’ve learned a few things about life this last week, a week of feeling at loose ends. A week of not feeling motivated to do anything, but not wanting to do nothing. The loose ends of an inherited beading project were a wonderful solace; an . . . → Read More: Bits


Song sung blue. Everybody knows one. This last week I’ve been somewhat blue. Not too blue, just that kind of blue that happens when you’re not so crazy busy as before, when that longed for down time comes along and you feel at loose ends. It’s that gray blue feeling you share with . . . → Read More: Blue


The garage is full of sawdust. It drifts down the driveway, eddying along the used brick until the next gust goads it further on. Blond dunes of maple plywood dust accumulate on the washer and dryer. Power tools and extension cords are strewn across every flat surface. The garden barrel is full of . . . → Read More: Otherwise