And there is not so easy. I gave a month’s notice yesterday on the Juliet Rome space at Glenwood Antique Mall. Somewhere along the line, I promised a reader I would be honest about the journey of it. Many time-worn clichés come to mind: endeavor to do what is best…
Sharing with you this morning a little of what you will find from me if you subscribe also to lauriecarney.substack.com: So, I did: remain very still. It’s predictable, what happens when one is still. For me, all the good stuff that happens inside of it is matched head on with…
Before bed and again before first cups of coffee, we played across the paper cards with them: the little people taking turns calling. How at 3 can he read his audience and build excitement for the possibility that he will call the animal they have learned only in story? So…
The memory is now vague, but I retain two things from the day in a hard chair next to my mother’s at a conference paid for by her, gleaning the late author/speaker’s wisdom: (pulling the thread here on the gist of what she said, in my 2025 words), you can’t…
The play of morning light on the unlit tree and the master violinist behind it put a fine point on something I’ve been thinking about. Preparing for a Christmas gathering last week, I pulled out the red accordion file I’ve used for decades to store recipes and tasting notes. Too…
There are times when extreme loyalty to one season or place or endeavor in life prevents the ender that comes before the opener. My dear friend Susan has a lovely intuition for and acceptance of a season ending to make way for another. The fine artist Paula Plott Amos resisted…