Someday I’ll wax philosophic about crafting and skilled labor and fiber and material culture in this space. For now, I’ll just say that I like makin’ stuff, and I try to do it as much as possible. It’s a miracle I made it through graduate school what with all the fiber crying for attention.

  • I ate the day / Deliberately

    Posted October 25th, 2015 No Comments »

    “I don’t know if it’s a function of age or temperament, but I’m no longer seeking those major exclamatory notes of pleasure. I want a life that has pleasure contained within it.”                                               […]

  • variations on a theme

    Posted February 3rd, 2013 No Comments »

    …But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about […]

  • for those of us prone to melancholic warbling…

    Posted May 24th, 2010 2 Comments »

    Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it–don’t cheat with it. Thanks, Hemingway.

  • relief shell stitch, hemp and crochet…

    Posted February 15th, 2010 1 Comment »

    …and the privilege of access to a talented photographer and good lamplight (click to embiggen).

  • when upon his hands he wore them / he could smite the rocks asunder

    Posted January 4th, 2010 4 Comments »

    My favorite Smothers Brothers song has always been Hiawatha. Who went to hunt a bun-nee rab-bit to make a pair of MITtens from bun-nee-rabbitsfur. So he hunted over wood, he hunted over dell, he hunted all about where the bunny rabbits dwell-ell–ell-el-ellllll…. I digress. The Smothers Brothers have nothing to do with anything, excepting my […]

  • The Things I’d Carry

    Posted May 9th, 2009 1 Comment »

    I’ve lived nearly half my life without my mother. In a lot of ways she’s a memory that’s faded over time, but as she’s faded, I’ve found significance in the small things I have left of her. I’ve certainly got stories–eating hot cereal every morning from the crockpot, plotting city park gardens and identifying all […]

  • …the courses most alive.

    Posted May 5th, 2009 1 Comment »

    In thinking about where to even begin to begin the first steps of a new journey, I’m taking some comfort in knowing that what is new and strange to me has been glaringly obvious for years to those who know me best. Case in point: the letter excerpted below, written to me upon my graduation […]