people who live in ranch houses should be able to wash their own windows. or i should. that’s what i decided this morning, staring out at the bright, brassy day through windows streaked with dirt, rain, cobwebs, and something i like to think of as guano. This was on the outside, mind you. On the [...]
I love it when friends send me recipes. Here is one from a friend who is an inspiration to me as an artist, writer, traveller, mother, woman—Janice Sorensen. (One of her presents to me for my wedding: a tamborine from Mexico, with flattened coke bottle caps for jangles. We jangle it still.) Check out Janice’s [...]
Since December, the sheltered corner by our garage has been a vacant place—literally (except for the litter of leaves and dirt, and bags set out for recycling, and, in deeper cold, the heap of snow and ice, so quickly flecked with grit and grime.) But also, figuratively, in terms of the space that space takes [...]