boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew!

At seven-ish in the morning I get up. The house is quiet. I use the bathroom, wash my hands. I notice the oven is on and when I peer in, I behold three perfectly oiled up potatoes. I realize Nels has stayed up all night – and this occurs to me right at the point...

/ who is my heart /

My son turns 13 today. Today Ralph and I slid into the bed – Nels creeps into the king-size bed every morning once his father is gone, if he doesn’t simply sleep with us altogether – and put our arms around him. He pulled his head up, already...

with the stillness of the air

I am playing a game with myself where I try to hustle up work, and then try to catch up with what I’ve hustled, and work as quickly and expertly as possible. So far, it’s going swimmingly. My studio is well-equipped to handle a seamless workflow, and every...
the lap of luxury

the lap of luxury

“You got me out of bed so we could pick up Thai food – so you wouldn’t have to leave the car!” This is true. I mean – I’m in my PJs and knock-off Uggs and my hair is covered but I don’t think I have makeup on? See, I am okay...