My quilt “Breaking Rules” was just juried into a regional SAQA traveling exhibition. My artist statement: Picasso said… break the rules. There’s an old wooden ruler from a Wyoming creamery attached to the quilt. “Make it a rule to drink a quart of milk every day. How do you measure up?”

Above my fireplace it gets really hot. It’s an airtight wood burning insert. Is your area cool enough to hang a quilt?

There are SO many quilters who might have the perfect quilt for you. Keep asking. You can have it shipped. Say how big you need. Say your preference in terms of colors or them or whatever and put it out there. I wish I had a newish creation to offer.

Jesse would approve.

Seeing patients at all would be curative or palliative. I age knowing that once a year a person with expertise will ask me a litany of questions that serve as a “well” visit required by Medicare. Unless I have the expertise and courage to share relevant concerns, that’s the end of it. I’m on my own.

Do we know that I’m also in Oregon? Forgive my inability to well maintain mental files, if so. If not, hey neighbor!

Eighty years worth of journals! Except one missing. It’s my story, but what a prompt!!!

I’m for supernatural happenings all around. Story that came to me in bits at 3:30 AM today (brain still on daylight savings): woman at an estate sale picks up a key that will unlock a trunk under a pile of crap. Says she’ll buy the whole thing without opening it (bc the sellers can’t find the key).

No

IMHO nothing spooky, lonely, remote, and architecturally blessed with winding stairs in paranormal gothic horror is overdone.

Everything gets worse as we age, except self-concept—we stop giving fu**s what other people think of us and discover our worth and beauty.

🤣 Dude! I’m old but wasn’t the Spanish Flu in 1918? Yup, COVID.

New York, of course.

Love it! Our guild president is a dude. No hesitation on his part. EPP is addictive. Enjoy!

Your posts always intrigue me, though not always well understood. Sugar mice, my friend… But fairy lore—bring it on! I just wrote a rather poetic short story featuring fairies. Where my muse got that is a mystery to me. Must read your book. Who knows if my fey folk are remotely well represented.

Val, I’ve had a few encounters with raccoons. If all that one said was “Hey, what’s going on?” I’d call that class in raccoon world. They’re not the sweetest animals on the planet. Good your pup didn’t get away—can be a lethal encounter.

Don’t think it comes easy. This novel has its roots in pandemic times. I finished it and entered a Write Hive contest to be supported by a volunteer mentor (published author to help with developmental editing). A year of collaboration resulted in a manuscript that still waited for final editing.

Congratulations! I’m channeling your forward movement. I just passed 18,000 words, which is a bit more than 20% of the total, in my final (🤞 ) edit of my debut novel.

Proud to be an Oregonian. Watched the Tariff case opening to close and was honored to see Oregon backing Neil all the way.