Trivet?

My dear friend had a birthday recently and she is a baker. She always bakes birthday cakes for everybody and I wondered who was going to make hers. So I sewed her one. It is a trivet/mini-quilt/giant pot-holder thingy.

When the creative act takes over sometimes I forget to do some basic planning…like measuring, for example! This would-be pot-holder is now probably a trivet. But it says, “lovely baker girl” on it for my lovely baker girl friend. I like the ric rac raspberry filling and the crumpled ribbon frosting. (Don’t look too closely at the binding. I attached in about five minutes and didn’t even pin it so it is super wavy and crooked.) read more

Sockies!

The Original Sockie

Lately, we have been making Sockies in our house…that is our made-up name for sock stuffies. There is nothing perfect about a Sockie. They are down-and-dirty, cheap-and-easy fun! All you need is a sock, a rubber band to close it, a marker and some polyfil (or rice…or sand…or crumpled newspaper!) read more

Lemonade Stand






The big boy played hookie from school today because I was too lazy to actually get him there on time. It was an unusual choice.

We wandered into our neighbor’s yard and just happened to have a big box with us. (That is something that would never happen to an adult: having a big empty box in your hands for no reason whatsoever. But kids are masters at carrying things to and fro). The big boy started gathering all the lemons beneath the lemon tree. It smelled so good under there. The exotic perfume of lemon and orange blossoms always makes me feel as if I live in a magical far-off land. But that same smell is the harbinger of the intense desert heat to come. It is bittersweet and too short lived. read more

a butterfly flaps its wings in Japan…

photo by Howard Jones

9,500 people missing from just one town. I am stunned…saddened…speechless. Watching images of the power of the sea and the earth makes me feel humble to say the least…but nauseated is mor apt. Really, there are no words for it…fear, panic, shock, pain…these words seem weightless in comparison to the events in Japan. Our hearts break for the Japanese people and also for ourselves–for the horrible loss of even a single human life, let alone thousands. read more

Pink Penguin pix



all images from the Pink Penguin

I am a sincere Japanophile and have been for most of my adult life– from Zen (which I briefly practiced but stopped because I felt like a phony during the group meditations) to wabi-sabi (my all-time favorite spiritual aesthetic concept) to Japanese package design to zakka to the food, architecture…even that Scarlett Johansson scene in Lost in Translation in which she wanders around from temple to cherry-blossom to eatery doing just about everything I’d like to do. read more

a day for dreams of peace

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, what are you doing for others?”
– Martin Luther King, Jr.


I feel so joyful about celebrating Martin Luther King, Jr. day. I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. The high school I attended was white, white, white as far as the eye could see. Many local schools celebrated MLK day. Ours did not. It enraged me. I thought it undeniably racist to not celebrate such an important day in a community with a history so closely tied to the civil rights movement…in a city of water canons spraying people…in a city of police dogs…in a city of the 16th Street Baptist Church bombings… and those four girls. I was incensed. I led a sit-in in my high school thinking I could do something to change the injustice I saw. It was the late eighties…not a particularly protest-y moment in time. A lot of kids sat with me…until the bell rang. Most got up and went to class. The principal walked by my tiny group hitting his wooden paddle against his thigh- letting us know what to expect if we stayed there. That was all. It petered out. It was over. But we all have a tiny voice. Martin Luther King, Jr’s voice was resounding and is still being heard today. I told my four year old about MLK today. My husband tried to hush me…to protect our son from what he didn’t need to know. But I think he needs to know that people look different from each other and we sound different from each other and we think differently from one another and we come from different places, but we all have blood in our veins and hopes in our beating hearts…hearts which can be full of love and light and peace, if we so choose. And we can celebrate the differences we see in each other and be curious about them instead of afraid. We can ask our friends about their cultural heritages so we can know them better. These are the same lessons we try to teach pre-schoolers on the playground and yet, we adults still need the reminder, don’t we? Enjoy this day. Every day should be MLK day, shouldn’t it? read more