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 →

The following was originally posted on FB on September 15, 2014. _______________ Sometimes people want to know how I turned out “like this”. That’s a long story, y’all! Thankfully, I’m in no rush here, I’m from Louisiana, and we know … Continue reading →