Friday, April 17, 2015

EXHIBIT 1:  Address book. A relic of an ancient era used for cataloguing one's nears and dears. An aid to staying connected. 

The address book is back in vogue at my house. No longer merely a "contact" on a digital list, my nears and dears once again have their own handwritten entry in a little book of love and remembrance. I found this one untouched on a closet shelf yesterday and realized how much I miss the analog life when it comes to correspondence. The paper, pens and pencils. The physical, almost magical forming of thoughts into letters into words. So today I'm transcribing my peeps onto the empty pages. Picturing their faces, thinking about their lives and where I fit into each one. It feels good. It feels real. It feels like love.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

letter love

I've been off my letter writing game. My blog writing game, too. Busy wordsmithing at work and on some other projects. But all it takes to get me back on track is some stationery-related cuteness like these new stamps. How could I have missed them? Or the fact that April is National Letter Writing Month? If you need inspiration to post a missive in the mail, there's plenty of it at the WriteOnCampaign website. I think of the serendipitous letters I've received over time and how they've affected my life, their contents permanently lodged in the trusty mailbox of the heart.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

love lives

Beautiful, beautiful Easter day. Flowers and trumpets and alleluias. Faith, hope and a promise: someone waits for us in the garden. Love lives. He is risen. Amen.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

naming my treasure

A package arrived from Utica many many springs ago and inside was an Easter basket handmade by Aunt Carol with my name on the handle. Even though a note wasn't attached, there was a message: You are in my thoughts. You are special. You are loved. 

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

hop skip jump

If you want a joy jolt, check out the work of Hunt Slonem. My sister gave me a huge book about him called Where Art Meets Design and in it you can't quite tell where the artist ends and his art begins. He is art. And there's something Beatrix-Potter-meets-Andy-Warhol about his trademark bunnies. Maybe it's the riotous colors here at the tail end of winter, maybe it's impending Easter, but they make my heart do a hop, skip and a jump. That's the power of authenticity.

Monday, March 16, 2015

newness

This just in from Mama Nature: Of course I haven't forgotten about you. I've just been busy prepping for spring. Throwing the world a great big shower, pushing tulips and daffodils out of the damp earth, perfuming the air with hyacinths, coaxing bud into blossom. The birds are singing along as the sun works its bright warm wonders. All of it unfolding right on time, as always. As promised

Friday, February 27, 2015

treasure house

How delightful to learn that thesaurus means "treasure house" in Greek. And that people "snatched it from the shelves like a new kind of candy" when Peter Mark Roget first published his creation in 1852. There's so much to treasure about The Right Word, a new picture book that is as layered and vivid visually as it is linguistically. The story by Jen Bryant is perfect throughout every single syllable, a retracing of Roget's life beginning with his childhood heartbreak and how making lists helped bring order to his world. That is the why and a reason to care deeply, which gives the book its initial greatness. Then, the drawings by Melissa Sweet. I needed a thesaurus to find a word to do them justice and the closest I could get is wondrous. The language, the meaning, the art - this book gets it all so very very right. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Role models come in all shapes, sizes, ages and hair colors. Madeleine will always be one of mine. Ludwig Bemelmans, too, for dreaming her up and bringing her to life on paper. The scary tigers of life will always lunge and roar. A little Parisian girl helped me learn how to respond.  

Monday, February 9, 2015

heavenly

Hello first Valentine, essence of Italy, gift from my friend who loves Florence as much as I do. Wish the heavenly soft scent could waft over the internet so you, too, could be swept away.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

zest

Some people call it winter. I call it citrus season. Grapefruit, oranges, lemons, tangerines . . . they'll get you through the cold months with their sunny, zesty, juicy goodness. Vitamin C, providing color and cheer and so much  more, just when we need it most.