Simple is better . . . sometimes

Simple is better . . . sometimes

An international decorating team called our studio one afternoon. A Chinese pavilion was being built and the designers wanted to meet about painting the interior. They messengered over the plans. Unrolling the thick plan set, I expected to see a fascinating folly...
The Blue Floor, a lesson in faith

The Blue Floor, a lesson in faith

Back in the eighties, my corporate boyfriend, now my husband, prompted me to write a purpose and vision statement to define my fledgling decorative art company. My favorite line? “I do this work to keep open a channel for prayer.” This remains a reliable guide. I know...
Death Valley Valentine

Death Valley Valentine

The trip to the desert, our last vacation before our wedding, was my idea, an homage to the end of our twenty-two year engagement. Now we’re back home, and as Chuck finishes downloading photos from Death Valley I climb the spiral stair to his tower office and study...
The Echo of Essence

The Echo of Essence

One summer when I was still a small girl, my father—thin as a crane back then—crouched beside me on a big, flat rock, his arms and knees akimbo. His hand was steady on my shoulder as we watched the American River surge around us. I remember feeling the cold edge of...
Come with me

Come with me

Hello my readers… Instead of writing about equity, love and kindness, today I am posting images from trips to Shanghai and Hong Kong. I have no words to share, because you, my like-minded, caring friends already know in your hearts what I would say about the travesty...

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