“Local” has shrunk. Some weeks I’ve ventured no further than a block.

For years, I’ve been trying to write faster…with no real results.

We know it will get better, but not how soon. A list of things that help.

Before the New Year clicked over like an odometer to 2020, I had to have a chair.

Ear joy: Podcasts to love.

Celebrating the work we do, while we let the mess pile up.

By the time I pulled into my suburban driveway, I knew something very clearly: I was not going to get fired and miss a chance to change my life.

Some notes for writers on the latest literary sensation.

There are loves we can trace right to the moment we fell. That’s the way I love blown glass.

In which we discover one writer’s passion for transformation, creating new things, different possibilities…
and paint chips.

“You must love me a lot to move here,” my husband said.
I did. I do. But I was also lost.

On the things we make with our hands.

A long time ago there were letters.

On doing the work—seen and unseen.