miscellaneous

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

I’m back from my three-week vacation in Europe, sunburned, ten pounds lighter (eating lots of bread and drinking numerous cups of coffee are the secret), and with a new respect for the metric system. Here’s how I spent most of my mornings.
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