The Necessity of Having Lots of Stuff
The customs agent looked at my list and eyed me suspiciously. “Brass hardware??” “Yes”, I said, and happily held up my small plastic bag of delicious patina. Clearly he did…
Category: Pen
The Sound of Silence
In a field where horses used to graze there is an oval path of laid down grass. That path was not made by the horses. It was made by dirt…
Hello again!
I’ve been working behind the scenes in an effort to make my blog more interesting to navigate. In the process, I came face to face with my twin vices, Impatience…
Seven Syllable Magic
There are 5 small i’s in invisibility. I was pondering this thought last week and wondering if I was slipping back into my old ways. Then I had a conversation…
The Art of Longing
I have and I hear numerous conversations that begin with the words “as soon as”. As soon as I have the time, I’m going to promote my Etsy shop… as…
Living in the Layers
I’ve been reading and re-reading a poem by Stanley Kunitz titled “The Layers”. I am not trying to understand the poem so much as to partake of the gift of…
Following a Thread of Inspiration
Last Friday my beloved and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary. Since we are both artists, we enjoy including handmade gifts. I was inspired by a postage stamp of this…
The Art of Saying Goodbye
Not one boss, but ten of them. That’s what freelance bookkeeping is like. And each boss has a different way of doing things: the process is different, the results they…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 