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a nana moment

a nana moment

One of the greatest things about my mom is her ability to sell a joke.  To wait just long enough after the delivery for the hearer to suffer in fai...
orgone pyramids, prisms & cones

orgone pyramids, prisms & cones

Dan has been making these little honeys for me. Has anyone ever heard of this? These orgone pyramids? Sometimes also made in the shape of a cone or...
the years in between

the years in between

A while ago we were coming back from an event. It might have been Christmas. Maybe Thanksgiving.I said to Maggie from my vantage point in the passe...
make up a moment

make up a moment

These kids of mine, the children of The Winter House, you can't imagine how funny they are to me. I just have to share...Last night, Mags and I wer...
the workshop

the workshop

I wish there was a way to explain the absolutely joy I find in watching this dream come to life. You'd think I'd have words readily available for t...
crazy as me

crazy as me

Truth be told, I frequently have ideas that exist in a perfect state in my mind, but that I am afraid to share outloud, for fear of revealing the g...
ma cosmetics

ma cosmetics

Maggie and I talk a lot about making what you love. When she first started her company as Muddroom Soapworks, she would ask "Mom? What do you think...
fine, indeed

fine, indeed

My grandpa was an artist, a ceramics maker, a tinkerer, a "damn liar" if my grandmother was to be believed on occasion, even as she giggled at ever...
BE well

BE well

Last night, I was speaking to someone about The Winter House.  Over the course of the conversation we found ourselves wondering one thing:  If give...
between you everything

between you everything

When I was a little girl--and I wish Maggie and Will were here to hear this story. Maggie because she loves the magical world of the me-before-her....
human-sized hearts

human-sized hearts

I'm very wrapped up lately in trying to release a little bit of crazy that has swung into my lane. It is never far from my mind and I dislike it. T...
the profoundness of morning

the profoundness of morning

Maggie and I were– gosh I can’t remember where we were. In the car? No. At dinner? No. In my room? Yes. Yes, that was it. We had just had a little ...