I place my heart in this little boat…
Dear Reader, It has been many, many days and months since my last confession, I mean blog. To be precise it has been two hundred and fifty-six days. On the surface my blogging was always about my art, but with
People, Pages, and Pantoums
I lead a great workshop this weekend here at The Bishop’s Ranch. It was a wonderful weaving of words and images, to create both visual and verbal poetry. I worked with writer and poet Laurie Glover, and we took turns
Birds & Other Beautiful Things
This weekend I get to do one of my favorite things in my role as Resident Artist at The Bishop’s Ranch, make things pretty. We have a big event that starts today called the Annual Forum. It’s a time when
One Day
One day - a whole unit neatly marked by sunrise and sunset, by mockingbird and great horned owl. One day to work and rest and play. One day to be who we need, want, hope to be. One day to
What to do With a Blank Slate?
I am participating in an interesting challenge proposed by the editors of ClothPaperScissors magazine. The proposal is that I, along with 9 other artists, would be sent a package of mystery products and we would have a month to make
Love is a road, not a destination
Click Here to Watch the Video First click the link to the short 2 minute video I made with my husband Jack and son Ivan then come back and read what I've got to say. This week I did something completely different
A litany of loves labors found
Saturday my husband and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. We spent it together in the city where we met, San Francisco. I like to think of our wedding anniversary much like a second birthday. It is a birth into
Life should leave deep tracks
While sitting with this poem this week and working on my art response, I kept conjuring up the memory of the old general stores of my youth. I grew up in California Gold country. In tiny towns, barely towns any
Lost and Found
My book group met last week. Usually we read novels and sometimes nonfiction and very occasionally poetry. This was one of those rare times of poetry. We chose to read from Kay Ryan’s book of poems The Niagara River.