Monday, October 24, 2016


Wanting to start a movement here in Charlotte after things fell apart. Lots of pain, distress and despair in our city. A lack of opportunity for so many. Yet reasons to be hopeful, too. Stay tuned.   

Friday, October 14, 2016

Find your bunny, bird, butterfly

Find your bunny. Find your bird. Find your butterfly. Reach down deep inside and find the thing that has your soul written all over it. Then lavish it on the world with big love. That's my take-away from meeting Hunt Slonem this week and basking in front of painting after wonderful painting by him. I'm still floating on a colorful, creative cloud because of it. You can see what I mean through at the New Gallery of Modern Art in Charlotte where Mr. Slonem's brilliant work is on display through November 15th.

Monday, September 5, 2016

summery summary

Saw this sunny flower a few weeks ago, growing out of an asphalt parking lot off Interstate I-95 somewhere in Virginia. About six feet tall with a center the size of a dinner plate. Just wow to that yellow against the blue sky. A perfect salute to summer here on its last official day: to the road trips and armchair travels, to the garden that's offered up handfuls of cherry tomatoes daily since June, dancing at my nephew's wedding and a rain-soaked hike in the Carolina mountains with best friends from childhood. To spotting an Indigo Bunting, the best book sale ever, cold copper cups filled with Moscow Mules and the most adorable straw tote with pom-poms. Also: jazz in a sculpture garden, a morning walk through a monastery and watching the sun set over the marsh at Kiawah. Woven throughout it all was ordinary work, worries, laughter, tears, heat, humidity and plenty of iced coffee. Summing it up readies the heart for the season to come.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

summersize me

Summer holds a lot of happy and this tote holds a lot of summer. I can fill it up and spend a whole morning in the backyard. Or languish an entire afternoon away in the shade. Iced coffee? Check. New York Times Book Review and word puzzles? Check. Encyclopedia Brown paperback circa 1969? Check. Something to write on and something to write with? Check, check. A peach, banana, graham crackers? Triple check. Cares? Not a single one.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016


Holy, Sacred Life.
Don’t squander A Single day
Acting like it’s not.             1/100             
Inspired first by graphic designer extraordinaire, Michael Beirut, and then creativity author Elle Luna, I took the 100-Day Project challenge and wrote a faith-centric haiku each day from April 19th through the end of July. Then posted them on Instagram. Am still trying to synthesize what the project meant to me and the short answer is: a lot.  I've always loved the literary form haiku and cherish the mystical poets like Rumi who say so much about life and faith in so few words. There was something very limiting - yet freeing - about fitting a thought into a very specific tiny container and not wavering from that.  Seventeen syllables in this case (three lines of 5, 7 and 5  respectively). Subjects ebbed and flowed organically, reflecting what was going on in my heart or the world. Showing up to the project each morning was something I looked forward to that really shaped the rest of the day. It felt sacred as the words tumbled out and arranged themselves on the page.    

Monday, April 18, 2016

sweet ivy

There he was, nestled sweetly in a display of ivy topiaries at the garden shop last Friday, reminding me so vividly of the ones Mom grew when we were growing up in Florida. I remember a monkey, a turtle, an elephant and others - mossy animals that came to lush green life as the ivy filled in. They need water, sunshine and tender loving care to flourish. Just like we all do.

Sunday, March 20, 2016


Palms waving madly, bright robes thrown down along the path trod by a holy man on a humble donkey, people shouting with joy. I think of that ancient scene whenever I see bright green fronds against the blue sky. Symbol of peace, triumph, heaven.

Saturday, March 19, 2016


One of the most important things to know in life is how to cheer yourself up, a skill set that will come in very handy during times of transition, ennui and directionlessness (um, hello middle age, empty nest, self-doubt, grey days on end). It's a hybrid of self-care, creativity-seeking and just plain muddling forward by faith. And it's best tailored to individual preferences: what is effective for me may not do the trick for you and vice versa.

Begin by employing the senses. What do you love to see, hear, taste, touch and smell? Maybe it's a combination of Matisse cut-outs, Louis Armstrong, cappuccino, a dog's silky coat and a just-cleaned house. Right there is plenty there to jump start this process. Next, get moving. Stretch, go for a walk, jump a rope. This dovetails with getting outside, filling up on fresh air. Now, feed your brain with a poem or a puzzle. Then make something. A picture, a potholder, a pie. Doesn't matter what, just dabble on it for a while. Finally, conjure up the faces of the people you adore and let yourself feel their love for you. Send them loving thoughts and maybe even the potholder.

Friday, March 4, 2016

the kids next door

So the house next door is now a rental property. It's where my bestie Dr. Mac lived for decades until his death in 2011. We've been super lucky so far with fine people moving through, but it's been vacant since Christmas and the emptiness was really starting to get me down. Then, I came home one sunny, spring-like afternoon this week to find the most adorable family with two (!) children having a picnic on a blanket in their new backyard. Since they're moving from Florida and it's still pretty grey here, I thought they needed some Suarez Bakery flower cookies as a harbinger of things to come. Then I saw the rainbow dinosaurs, which captured how I felt even more. So I got both.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

power flower

When Emily moved to Washington, DC last month and left me holding her bloomed-out amaryllis bulb, I didn't dream it would actually flower again so I've hardly given it a thought. Much less water, sunshine or attention. I've been too busy missing her, missing Yates and gnashing my teeth against winter. Until Monday when this gorgeous blossom began to unfurl and, with it, every crabby, clenched muscle in my body. Beginning with the heart.