PinnedI’m a Coach. Don’t Roll Your Eyes.When I began my training with International Coach Academy (ICA) at the beginning of the pandemic (and isn’t it odd how we now tell time…May 12, 2022May 12, 2022
Small Change‘Swampy’. That’s the word a friend used to describe my palette. She wasn’t wrong and I wasn’t offended. I couldn’t be offended because as a…Jul 9Jul 9
Surviving the ApocalypseThere’s a hiking trail in the Stanford Hills called The Dish. It’s named for the 150-foot-diameter radio telescope that has been planted…Jan 20Jan 20
A Year at McGuffey’s: Gratitude, Connection and… Am I the Mean Girl?I have a cold. I’ve not slept. And I’ll be honest. Stringing together a series of cohesive sentences is a struggle. But it’s been too long…Oct 17, 2023Oct 17, 2023
The Iris Apfel of Trees…and My HairIt’s August. Almost September. And there’s change in the air. It’s as if the trees are tired of being green (and we all know being green is…Aug 24, 2023Aug 24, 2023
A Year at McGuffey’s: The Artist StatementI love writing artist statements for other artists. I hate writing artist statements about my own work. It’s torture. How do I put into…Aug 5, 2023Aug 5, 2023
A Year at McGuffey’s: A Body of Work, Everyday Distractions and…Squirrel!When Ben returned from India in January, he brought with him half a suitcase of stunning silk remnants, trimmings and buttons. At the time…Jul 9, 2023Jul 9, 2023
Mark MakingHang around with enough artists, eventually you’ll hear the phrase ‘mark making’. It’s the bane of my existence. I know the words roll off…Mar 10, 2023Mar 10, 2023
Love, Dirt & A Ruby-Throated RadishThe truth is I did not love the man who was about to become my husband. What I loved was the romantic notion I had in my head about being…Feb 26, 2023Feb 26, 2023