I wish to live

Saturday, November 24, 2018

My mom leaves notes around her house. You can find them written on scraps of paper in books or drawers, but sometimes you’ll find them affixed to the wall.

In this case, she posts a note above the sink that starts with a quote from Elbert Hubbard, but expands on his notions in her own words and tells a story about her life.

Her handwriting, so very neat. Even at my most dedicated I cannot recreate the meticulous and elegant rhythm.

I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear, clean in mind and body, unaffected—ready to say, I do not know if it be so, and meet all people on an absolute equality—to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid!

I was raised by a mother who was on her own and my grandparents (her parents) with so much love I didn’t not even realize I was missing a father. My mother married my father when I was five—he was the best father I could have ever had and I still miss him & his advice.

I look at this note and I don’t think it is posted as a reminder for my mom.

It is a way to share her thoughts with others.

Makit & Bakit

Makit & Bakit Christmas Ornament Kit II

We made these growing up. Maybe not this exact kit, but the one we had did include the dove of peace and trio of candles, for sure.

I love everything about this.

The vibrant colors.

The lockup of Makit & Bakit.

The gradients.

Heck, I even like their use of Hobo.

I scoured eBay to get one of these kits in hopes to rekindle the childhood activity.

I’m just getting resigned nods so far, but I’m holding out hope the spirit will return!

Also? I have a feeling these are really toxic because new versions don’t melt plastic beads. You just “paint” colors on clear glass with markers.




She’s giving me that look again

Friday, November 23, 2018

cat glare


Thursday, November 22, 2018

Thanks to my family doctor’s practice, I learned how simple it is to make applesauce. Apples, lemon juice, cinnamon and for kicks? A touch of black pepper.

I made a batch for Thanksgiving and now I can’t stop thinking about it.


Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Mom watching Wonder

You know what’s a really good movie?

Wonder. (It’s currently included in Amazon Prime video streaming.)

May favorite part? How it tells a story from different perspectives. (Reminds me a tiny bit of This is Water.  That link is a paired down visualization of David Foster Wallace’s commencement speech for Kenyon College in 2005.)

Does the film predictively pull on the heartstrings?


And to that I say?


Pull hard.

More empathy, please.

(Mom’s review? “This is one of my favorite movies.”)


Tuesday, November 20, 2018

There will be lots of photos from my mom’s house in the coming days.

On this day, the light was so wonderful across the mantle.

The photo on the right is my grandmother and my mom when she was young.

On the left by the snowman? You can barely make out four generations of women, including my sister Robin and niece Gabrielle, at my nephews graduation.

Lots of strong women in our family.

I wouldn’t be the person I was without each of them.

From my grandmother, I value history. She was a voracious reader and knew important moments and characters that shaped our society.

From my mom, I discovered creativity. She can make a blank page meaningful.

From my sister, I get fortitude. She is the rock you cling to among shifting tides.

From my niece, I have optimism. She holds the future in such bright regard.

Related? I had a thought today between other thoughts…

All the traits you admire in other people? There is nothing holding you back from taking those traits for yourself.

I’m on it. I’m going to value history, revel in the joy of creativity, attempt to the be the rock for others and be super optimistic for the future that we make together.


Remaking a space

Monday, November 19, 2018

Findlay event space

Good folks I know are taking an old building in Findlay Market and remaking it into a new event space.

Today I took a peek inside.

It was day one.

They hooked up some lights and started to tear out all the old stuff.

It’s always neat to see things before, and again after.

And all along.

And after the after.

Clara’s first Christmas photoshoot

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Her mom started the casual photo session showing me Pinterest mood boards.

Bless your heart, Heather Brown.

The good news is that your spawn is adorable.