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Coming back into the light

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. If it did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome— Charlotte Bronte

Things have been a little rough for me the last couple of months, both physically and mentally. In the midst of the record-breaking snow this winter here in New England, I’ve had a frightening flare-up of a chronic medical condition, and our beloved 21-yeard old cat died of her own chronic condition. I’ve kept my head above water by continuing to make things, but feeling a little bit too vulnerable to share. I woke up this morning wanting to start sharing again, so I think I’m coming out of it.

There’s a light at the end of this tunnel.

See you soon.


Born on the Fourth of July



She would have been 84 today. She liked have a backyard picnic on Independence Day, downplaying the fact that it was also her birthday. She had a big heart, but also a deep well of sorrow. She taught me to sew and to knit, two things I’ve relied on to bring me back to a sense of serenity,  a place she so often struggled to find herself. But when she was happy, she glowed.

This picture was taken in 1951, just after she and Dad moved to California while he was in the Navy.   We call it, affectionately, “The Mom-ster that Ate San Francisco.”