New

We’re nearly six months into a new life here in North Carolina. Some days it feels like we just got here, but some days now we feel like we’ve been here forever. The hard work of imprinting a new routine that I fretted about a few months ago seems mostly a distant complaint…with . . . → Read More: New

Because

For years I’ve had a guiding motto – Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should. Those wise words have put a damper on any number of hare-brained schemes. But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s fun to do something just because. Especially when your daughter posts a photo on Facebook and basically say, “will . . . → Read More: Because

Gifts

Gifts come in many forms this time of year. The usual and expected. The random and ridiculous. But one of my favorites recently appeared on Facebook. Posted by a sweet daughter-of-my-heart, it was a photo of the beloved nativity set from her childhood that her mother had recently given her. She explained that . . . → Read More: Gifts

Routine

For forty-five years there’s been scant deviations from the routine of putting up our annual Advent decor. As Tevya would say it’s tradition! But when you thin out the herd, pack things up, and sell the space where everything had its place…well, the well-rehearsed routine goes kaput. And as much as I’ve lamented . . . → Read More: Routine

Thanksgiving

There is so much to be thankful for this time of year…and this year in particular since there have been so many transitions in our lives. Ordinarily, on the other side of the continent this time of year, I’m madly baking dozens of Christmas-themed gingerbread houses to be shared with our Fresno family, . . . → Read More: Thanksgiving

Clothing

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s 1907 . . . → Read More: Clothing

Transition

Moving messes with one’s creativity. At least it does mine.

After six weeks in our new home where most things had found a new home, a new room, a new cupboard, or a new shelf, we were getting the hang of living in our new space. But then we transitioned back . . . → Read More: Transition

Colors

Many years ago we crested the Santa Susanna pass between the San Fernando Valley and Simi Valley at sunset. Spread before us was the most amazing array of colors which I began to rhapsodically name – cantaloupe, apricot, peach, papaya, mango, gold, raspberry, currant, plum… The quiet from the driver’s side of the . . . → Read More: Colors

Empty

It has been decades since my calendar is as empty as it appears now. No more breakfast or lunch dates, no more doctor’s appointments, no more art workshops to plan for or facilitate, no more dinner engagements with friends. No more deadlines to meet. There has been a emptiness to our days – . . . → Read More: Empty

Effort

I’m back…but it’s been an effort. It’s been nearly two months since I’ve sat down at my computer to create what had become a weekly discipline for four years. How quickly one gets out of a routine when other things in life take precedence. But seriously, I have a good excuse. Many of . . . → Read More: Effort