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That feeling when you see someone who seems so sparkly and shiny, so cool and with-it, so who-you-want-to-be-like and who-you-want-to-be-around.
Shy. A little awed. A little intimidated, perhaps.
But you just know they’re one of your kind. So you take a risk and say hello.
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Summer. Makes me think of long evenings playing on the street with the kids on my block growing up. Little red wagons — one of us would sit in the back and push with our feet, while the other steered the unwieldy handle around windy roads drawn with chalk on the asphalt.
We’d race around until after dusk, willing the sun to stay up just a little longer, so our moms wouldn’t call us in to set the table for dinner.
Eventually, though, our stomachs won out, and we’d head inside for tacos or homemade pizza. Then we’d get up and start all over again the next day.
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Years ago, while checking out the American Studies program at Brown University (back when I thought my life path was to be an academic), I stayed with my mom’s cousin Patti in Providence, Rhode Island.
Patti was fighting what would prove to be a losing battle with lung cancer at the time. She was practically bald, and thin as a bird. But her spirits were high — Patti had an indomitable spirit.
Signs of Spring were just peeking out, and the birds were just starting to return to the trees in her yard. I remember sitting in her kitchen as Patti ate some stew from the food archive that her team of friends and neighbors had been delivering.
“Listen to that,” she said. “The birds are finally coming back.”
Living in California, we have songbirds year round. I didn’t realize how very special that was until that moment — one of my last with Patti.
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After drawing in black ink into white watercolor ground, I wondered what would happen if I drew with white ink into black watercolor ground! This piece was my first experiment with that.
You can’t tell in this image that the paint is iridescent, but to me it evokes sugarplums, midnight on the night before Christmas, and all the excitement bubbling up in anticipation of the morning.
