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I. It's Fresh! Very fresh! Auntie Vi and I would be emailing a lot about the weather these recent days, if she were alive.  It's sno...

ABOVE: Along the waterfront: my map of childhood water places ___________________ Ugh, I'm still feeling thrown off by work culture -- ...

I. Free! I was given gifts of earmuffs and a pair of mittens at work the other day. The mittens were made for me by a regular customer. She ...

This morning I’m listening to Sarah Vowell read her book Lafayette in the Somewhat United States —she’s talking about the patriotic fever t...

I. What Does a Toy Mean to You? 2026 Girlettes Calendar I wasn't sure I'd make a sixth Girlettes calendar,  but there were howls of...

 My Christmas card print turned out to be  a painting as much as a print.  At the kitchen table:   It started as a botanical print of  pine...

I. Frog Patrol Oh, who is this, perching in the break room at work? Ever since the puffy Portland frogs came on the scene, I've been tuc...

I’m stopped for a happy hour beer and a yarn-ball rolling stint, a block from my house. Despite walking past it almost daily,  I’ve avoided ...

 I really needed a reminder and the thrift magic sent me one this morning – – I pulled these tiny, old, pipe-cleaner Christmas creatures  ou...

  From today: a God’s eye in colors from Richard Diebenkorn’s painting “Berkeley No. 52” (1955) —the postcard here. I continue trying  to sh...