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The sun is out. The birds are back. I was outside earlier, sanding wood blocks for my class —doing a lesson in printing. (as i edit this to send, we received 3 inches of snow!) Michigan takes a long time in this threshold from winter to spring and somehow this feels like an apt…
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Today my friend shared that when they first told their toddler there was a day for love, she immediately asked when the day for anger was. Yes, like…
Two weeks ago, a black swallowtail butterfly entered the home of a friend in North Carolina. It was roughly calculated that an earlier form of this…
i would not describe my mom as a cook. every time i’m cooking in my mom’s kitchen with my mom’s things, there is so much i reach for that’s not here and…
hey if you’re reading this i hope youre in a moment where you can deeply breath the air in, in a way that anchors you into your body. i try to write…
ping ponging between hope and despair. or maybe just learning to let them both exist simultaneously. i mean it’s all here. how rilke says, “beauty…
I got hyperfocused on bread baking last week after watching Sarah Minnick on chef’s table and relearned that my bod + gluten aren’t a great match no…
There is a man (X) living in SE Portland, last I knew who has a parrot sitting on his shoulder and his tshirt usually is covered in bird shit. One…
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