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I woke up today thinking of this talk by Elizabeth Gilbert I had seen on TED close to a year ago. Gilbert is the author of the much hyped, ... -
*from my sketchbook* Today I am a city girl, from Elsewhere. I no longer feel ownership of this place. I'm older, more urban, an in... -
"There are those days which seem a taking in of breath which, held, suspends the whole earth in its waiting. Some summers refuse to end... -
After some deliberation, I've decided to post a segment of a short essay I wrote years ago about the Bend area. This intro sets up the e... -
She rode her bike down to the river at sunset. The balmy air brushed her skin as she stood on the railroad tracks and kicked at the shards o...
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I've been wanting to get around to doing this: homemade strawberry jam. Years ago, during a long, hot summer in Bend, I worked in the ki... -
However you chose to spend it. Mine was spend cuddling inside near the fire, with occasional forays out into the rainy spring for more fuel.... -
I've been working a lot lately. Job work, letterpress, bindery. Work in my own studio, and work at Oregon College of Art & Craft. ...
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