Adolescence
On Friday morning, I walked the labyrinth at Whidbey Institute in celebration of my friend Evan’s thirteenth birthday. As I circled inward, an old song began to play in my mind. It…
Tag: life as art
Room to Move
I don’t remember the exact conversation, but I do remember this one line from Kelly, my writing buddy: A person needs to have ease in their life. I remember feeling…
Starting Out in the Evening
This year is one of my “decade” years — I’ll be turning 60 in September. Actually, I find it hard to believe. Is it possible that so many years have…
Under Starlit Skies
When I wake in the morning, the first thing I do is walk up to the studio, which is also my workplace, and turn on the heat. It is an act…
Higher Learning
I consider myself a lifelong learner, a trait I inherited from my father who was a voracious knowledge seeker. Although I dropped out of college after my third year, I…
Just Say Yes
In March of 1976, I rented an industrial sewing machine for $36.00 per month. Rental applied toward purchase if I decided to continue and continue I did. This week I am celebrating…
Entering the Void
My pre-Christmas time was a frenzy. I wasn’t shopping. I was creating. Fortunately, I had started back in October and my ideas were steadily gaining momentum. They were ambitious ideas.…
More about Efficiency
In the time it takes to boil a pot of water and brew a cup of Teechino for my morning commute, I can wash and dry the breakfast dishes, put…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 