When I was a kid, t
here was nothing more thrilling than getting new school supplies in the fall. On a recent glue-booking binge, I found a bright Target ad in my image stash that became the basis for this two page glue book spread. It came together quickly, and the whole time I was remembering that intoxicating smell of endless possibility that came with a new box of crayons…
What are the scents that evoke childhood for you?
While I’ve participated in my share of Write-Your-Own-Obituary exercises in the interest of becoming less phobic about death in my clinical work, Emily Phillips has got mi
ne beat by a mile. This lady knew how to tell her story, and how to be remembered now that she is gone. May we all have lives lived as richly as this.
Now you’ll have to forgive me the short post, but I’m off to ponder who might merit posthumous public apologies when it comes time write my own. You likely already know if you’re on my list.
It’s spring here in Kansas, and I’m itching to get outside in my garden. The glass totem installation in the front yard has been looking a bit catty-wampus after it’s third winter, and it’s time to get out there and set things to right. I’ve been amazed I haven’t lost any of my totems to our extreme weather. I’ve never had a piece of glass break, even through a couple of moderate hailstorms, but I do have a couple of pieces that have come apart at the seams and need to be re-glued. A couple have fallen victim to some of the littles in the neighborhood. One little boy (about two?) walked up to a totem, reached out and before his mom or I could redirect, snapped off the finial at the seam. No matter. It’s easily reattached.
Juxtapose Jane: Show and Tell 