When I decided to see Sierra Hull two nights in a row last May, I told my friends the second night would be “Sierra Hull and some guys.” Two of those guys were Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan, who don’t … Continue reading →

When I was 22 years old, I met a small child who changed my heart and my life. He was almost three. We spent so much time together those next few years. I cherish that time, and still tell improbably … Continue reading →

Journal entry from the evening of 5/15/25 Tonight I’m sitting at my vintage work table with a cup of tea I made from the self-heal growing in a lush patch in my yard, in a handmade mug I love. I … Continue reading →

Journal entry from 4/11/25 from my notebook, 10/23/24: “Who will I be, with almost no artificial constraints? Myself, just more so, is my guess.” What is hell, if not the inability to enjoy a glorious spring day due solely to … Continue reading →

This year I began working with wildflowers as the primary subjects of my art. Their diversity of forms and charming tenacity inspire me constantly. One series of pieces began as a shadow tracing of one small bouquet. The flowers were … Continue reading →

Just as my garden is made of other gardens, so too my garden writing — I have been reading folks talking about gardens even before I had my own garden. May Sarton’s books about her little house in Vermont gave … Continue reading →

9/22/24 It’s becoming increasingly difficult to deny that my life is a fantastic fairy tale. Of course another less balmy narrative could start up at any moment (and perhaps already has, since I live this fairy tale life in the … Continue reading →

9/16/24 When I say my life often feels like a novel, a magnificent picaresque romance, this is the kind of thing I mean: This morning I drove over to O—– Avenue, in Richmond, to look at a house for sale. … Continue reading →

If you would like to spend about half an hour contemplating aging and impending death with several versions of a beautiful song, I seem to have you covered. [The footnotes are partly for me, but also I showed this to … Continue reading →

In kindergarten, no one else knew how to read, so I kept my mouth shut about it. My kindergarten teacher was gobsmacked when they assessed my reading skills at the end of the year and discovered that actually, I could … Continue reading →