• For Love of House and Home

    Old wood lath wall about to be torn out

    I slept on the floor for 6 months while ripping things apart and only graduated to a bed when I contracted Covid. Too sick to do much else, I sat on a pail in the backyard and refinished an old iron twin bed. I put my mattress on that, made the bed like a grown-up and felt very accomplished. I was finding some joy in getting somewhere, and beginning to love my house sometimes. There were still months to come filled with tears of frustration, yelling into…

  • Finally did something – just for me

    Framed Harold Town serigraph hanging in a room

    The art somehow survived three moves,  a few years of storage where many other things suffered rodent damage, then narrowly escaped drowning here in the great dishwasher flood  of 2024. It's big for my tiny home - I was going to give up and sell it or give it away before I wrecked it. However, I finally decided GODDAMMIT, we've made it this far, we'll stick this one out together (that was perilously close to one of Stuart Smalley's affirmations, sorry).