I’m blogging for good, rather than my own aims, or, you know, evil. With that in mind, I have a favor to ask. I’m helping parse requests for help and posting them to the Hurricane Katrina Direct Relief project. If you’re a regular reader and have your own site, would you post a link to …
I read email first thing every morning while having coffee. It’s how I start my day so it was especially delightful to get a short note in my mailbox from neighbor R saying that she’d been admiring my work up at North Hill Bakery, even without knowing it was mine. An excellent start to the …
“We played Bumbershoot! They can’t take that away from us!” That was Hal, back in our rehearsal room where we stood waiting to hear if the show had been called due to – you guessed it – rain. We made it through four songs before the rain started really coming down. Then we made a …
Last winter when we had the big snow, our little valley was broken up by avalanches. We could go East to town, but not west. Things were fairly open to us, we had everything we needed and the stores were still open. Some of the villages reached by the narrow nearby backroads were totally inaccessible, …
Zip zip, the show’s up at North Hill Bakery. Stop in, eat a cookie, look at art. Your work is cut out for you.
Every year, I put tomato plants in the ground and every year I think this: Not gonna happen. I fret about how scrawny the plants are. I fret about what an apathetic gardener I am. I don’t water enough, I water too much, I don’t weed enough, I forget about the plants for days at …