{read}: “By now Henri is used to the nasty critics. He knows his shapes are simpler and flatter than everyone else’s, but he thinks that makes them lovely…every morning he wakes up and smiles at his pictures.” – The Fantastic Jungles of Henri Rousseau, by Michelle Markel {wrote}: I’m telling Jesse about Annie* and the fairies* when I spot a… View Post

At the grocery store, I’m looking at flowers, and Harper gets her arm stuck in the part of the cart between the handle and where a toddler would sit. The flowers are the $3.99 bunch at Trader Joe’s. I usually buy two, and lately, I’ve been washing pasta sauce jars and using those as vases. I was thinking I’d put… View Post

It was Stasia Savasuk, one of the brightest, spunkiest fashion gals I know who suggested we add something else to our outfit, and this was what I had in mind when I paired the black and white flats with the yellow, royal blue, and brown clutch my mother-in-law gave me a few years ago. I like the idea of adding… View Post

Here’s a question I was asked by a writing friend a few months ago, that I thought was interesting: How do I hang on to the energy of my memory so that it sustains me in my writing and I create something? I am always eager to sit down with a bright, new, shiny memory. The writing is fast and… View Post

I bought the yellow flats when I was utterly overwhelmed. I can say that now, looking back, but I wouldn’t have admitted it then. Still, the signs were there, and one of them was the struggle I was having deciding on what to wear. I wasn’t interested in much, and I was afraid of a lot. The yellow flats were… View Post