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Our mission trip. Year three.

My Journal

Year three on a mission trip with my 17-year-old daughter. And 24 other teens.  And eight adults I have grown to know and love.

Three years ago, was our first mission trip to Freeport, Grand Bahamas.  On the way to the airport early that morning, I cried.  I was with a very angry 15-year-old and a bunch of people who knew each other other.  I felt so vulnerable.

That was year one. It was amazing. We went back again. Read more →


Over coffee

My Journal

Time gets away from me. And I have so much to share with you.

I want to tell you about the National Stationery Show and how good it felt to be there.  To show up again.

And I want to share about Squam Art Workshops. About all the magic.  And that each time I am there the magic is a little different, but what I need to see and feel at that moment.

Both of theses experiences need to be separate because they are so rich. So I will come b... Read more →


Naps save lives

My Journal

The National Stationery Show is a little less than a month away and I have been in a sea of paper.  And I love every second of it.  Creating. Sewing. Designing.  Thinking and then rethinking.

Lately, my creative process takes place on my kitchen table more than in my studio.  I need to scan, print and play in photoshop and my cozy little studio has no technology except a coffee maker and a sewing machine.   But it is stocked with every kind of paste, gel, stamp and paint you can think of.  So I have been ma... Read more →


My one little words

My Journal

A cold January and February.  Me, inside, warm and busy, creating and shipping out lots of One Little Words.  These are words that people make part of their day and year.  I script them out of salvaged material. And they become visible.

I am grateful to be a part of Ali Edwards' powerful One Little Word movement.

I pause as every salvaged word is created and packaged with love. I think about each person and why they picke... Read more →


Talking in my sleep

My Journal

This past week I had some things to do that were hard for me.  So I did them. And I will do them again.

But here is what I want to tell you.

The day before the hard stuff, I made time for yoga.  And for church.  I stocked my house with food.  I took a warm bath. I was calm and quiet.

The night before, I picked my clothes out.  And then I fell asleep easily and deeply. I did wake up a few times in the night and I heard a voice softly say "you so have this."

And it said it over and over a... Read more →