Saturdays With Art

We are not religious, we don't go to church or temple, but we do have our own acts of faith and sacred rituals. My garden is my act of faith. Saturdays we have art, and the seemingly mundane little ritual has become a sacred thing for our family. It started a few years ago when a five-figure health care bill performed a total cashectomy on our budget, temporarily but severely curtailing our...

Honest Work

One of the things I have enjoyed about the Hubbard Hall Writer's Project is not just having the permission but the encouragement to get in touch with my inner smart ass.  And, while reviving a love of drawing and sketching in a writing group may seem like a supreme act of contrariness - an absolute requirement for anyone who takes being a smart ass seriously - it has helped me be truer to the...

Things I Carry

We live in the palm of a mountain range, with the surrounding hills stretching like fur-covered fingers toward the sky, and the forest surrounding us has a voice. It is not a Loraxy voice full of reproach, but a layered, textured chorus; a swishing siren call to worship on sunny summer days, and a hypnotic drumbeat when the rain comes. Beyond my bedroom window a strip of lawn separates the house...