Detritus
Bits of detritus from a recent afternoon walk. Alas, my favorite, previously-secluded path has been overtaken by Pokemon hunters.
Bits of detritus from a recent afternoon walk. Alas, my favorite, previously-secluded path has been overtaken by Pokemon hunters.
When I moved to San Francisco in 1996, I hadn’t planned to settle down here. The city was merely a stop on my way to something else – law school, a Fulbright, maybe a few years in New York or Paris or London. I had moved here because it was an affordable, walkable city in
I took a wooden spoon carving class, and made a spoon with the guidance of a very good teacher. It was so satisfying to see the spoon start to take form, and to hold the final (wonky, imperfect) object in my hand. The moment of joy the very first time I make something new can’t
I spent an incredible week taking a workshop led by the artist Nigel Peake at Boisbuchet, in northwest France. It was something I’d been planning since February, before my book deal, before I agreed to a number of classes and speaking engagements that will take place soon after I deliver my manuscript in 2017, even