A Girl and Her Chicken

A Girl and Her Chicken

The last months of 2019 are in the rearview mirror, and I’m happy to have them behind me. I leave that time a little bruised and vulnerable, having lost my mother to a rapid decline from stage 4 cancer in mid November. She was a force of nature and a muse to...

White Tinged Blue

Whites of January—tinged with blue. I draw back the curtains to the cawing of crows, the papery bark of birches, the tracks of deer under the crabapple tree below our window. The quilt looks like the landscape in the meadow, puckered and pocked after last...