Mood Board*


This one is for a Birthday Party. I want it to be fun, participatory, colorful, and whimsical. I don’t want it to be overly complicated or unnecessary. Right now, I am leaning towards a country fair theme, with simple food, and maybe a bounce house? This is the direction I am going without it being any of the specifics of the day.


James Joyce, & A. A. Milne.

As a child I enjoyed The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh. Now, as an adult, the grammar, punctuation, and toying with literacy have made Milne to me a veritable James Joyce; which is to say, a giant and parent of that which is interesting about literature. What is being said carries similar weight to how it is being said. What joy to discover this as my son is simultaneously enjoying the stories and characters themselves that Milne crafted. “A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story in the slightest.”- C.S. Lewis

Below I will give a few examples of punctuation from the first two chapters that were particularly whimsical and delightful.

Chp. 1

  • He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song.
  • I have discovered that the bees are now definetely Suspicious.
  • …I shall do what I can by singing a little Cloud Song, such as a cloud might sing…

Chp. 2

  • He had made up a little hum that very morning, as he was doing his Stoutness Exercises in front of the glass.
  • If I know anything about anything, that hole means Rabbit, and Rabbit means Company, and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me.
  • Then would you read a Sustaining Book such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness.


Here is an example of the power of typography from Chp. 7:


And to close, a poem by Edward Bear (winnie-the-pooh for short) from Chp. 7. This is how I imagine my son hearing poems at his current age and exposure level.




Back after a week away.

It is fitting that the conference I attended talked heavily about the intersection of nature and literature and how to teach them together to add layers and depth to the study of each. The foliage was one of the best parts of the trip! Loved the sentiment that being outside with your children gives them a place to habitually find peace and joy, which builds into them the opportunity to later find solace in connecting with nature during the difficult parts of the human experience.






There is no lack of natural beauty on California’s central coast. Looking forward to returning.

For more on Nature Studies–



New silhouettes & new recipes.



Summertime; new coast (but old hat– how do you return to a place you once occupied as a different person?).

Looking for more plant based recipes, the one above looks delightful, from Rebecca Lang ‘The Southern Vegetable Book’.

Wanting to change up the proportions in my outfits, switching to more natural fibers (trying 100% cotton denim). Having trouble with my height & body shape, but I think it is a matter of finding the right pieces. Love these esby apparel options as inspiration. And to the thrift store I shall go!


There are many things that I learned through the Frida & Diego exhibit. It was completely worthwhile, and I am glad to have seen the collection on its only North American stop on its current world tour. Frida is an artist I admire, partly because she surpassed her husband, Diego’s, fame, even if it was after her death. To try and summarize my perception of her before the exhibit, I would have said she is iconic and spent a lot of time painting herself and controlling her own image. She wore beautiful, colorful indigenous textiles and jewelry. She portrays herself with strength.

A few things I didn’t realize were:

  • Diego was a contemporary to Matisse and Picasso & ran in their same circles, spending time with them in Europe
  • Frida was in school to study medicine originally
  • Frida experienced a great deal of physical pain throughout her lifetime: polio, a bus accident, miscarriages, amputation of her foot and part of her leg, spinal issues, gangrene
  • It was the bus accident that prompted Frida to pick up painting while recovering
  • Frida used her image and self portrayal to her advantage, she had a lot of agency in this way, it was quite deliberate
  • Her family members were professional photographers (father & grandfather)
  • Diego & Frida spent much of their time apart, were married, divorced, and remarried

More to share later.


3 gems.

Discovered these in the mad nonsensical rush to finish the baby book. The procrastination has left me dusting off old computers, phones; searching through social media sites as well as e-mail. Next, to call the pediatrician. It feels good to almost have it done, to write a personal history, and to remember. Does anyone do hard copy baby books anymore?


These three photos don’t really look like my son, and to my eyes, don’t look all that similar. By definition they do, since they are in fact him; but each managed to capture a look that he grew out of quickly. Oh how fast the changes come, with the constancy of waves on the shore, leaving pieces to exist, save for images, only in memory.

2 Poems


Not Writing:

A wasp rises to its papery
nest under the eaves
where it daubs

at the gray shape,
but seems unable
to enter its own house.

– Jane Kenyon


I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
– William Wordsworth
Both, relatable. The first as clean, with lovely prose, as the second is dreamy.