I need to finish paginating (appropriating pages of content) a 56-page magazine for a client today. Our senior art director declared he won’t design another page without knowing what he’s got to work with. He’s dual-designed every page he’s touched as both left- and right-facing because I haven’t done what…
I said hello early at the crest of the street. Brisk, isn’t it, I said, annoyed I was up and out so early and not wearing enough layers for the temperature. Yes, I love it, she replied from under her cap with the fur ball pom. Turning back, my ugh…
I planted Pennisetum xadvena “Fireworks” fountain grass in the middle of red million bells. I got on the elevator with Bonnie this morning, pulling my mask up and in place because our neighbor got on too with her two elderly pups. “I slept in,” said this woman we discovered has…
Another beloved niece just said I do. In a wedding shower celebrating her, inside an intimate circle of advice, she sat storytelling about the time she spends in the kitchen with her groom. I have eaten the delectable evidence of their deep dive into culinary adventures I would never attempt.…
Muddling blackberries is a thing for cocktails. Google and see great recipes. Living in a disordered or confusing state…a muddled life…not so much. I am learning to rewrite the narratives in my head. If I had a quarter for every time J. has said there’s another narrative for (another side of)…
I’ve been thinking about those old, deeply patinaed French shutters, cleaned to a not-quite-but-near-boring finish. So much time at home…staring down the old proverb (Parkinson’s Law) work expands to fill the time allotted, making sure I don’t bill one unnecessary minute to a client project…I’m thinking about the patina of…