one little word 2012 {journey}                                       january 10, 2012

This year (hopefully, all things considered)  I will celebrate a major milestone in my life: my 70th birthday. As I think back over my life and anticipate its everyday, now, I find that I am both eager and, admittedly so, somewhat apprehensive. One does not approach such a momentous marker without hosting a variety of emotions and thoughts and questions and dreams and desires and, and…

So, realizing and embracing all this, the word journey presented itself as my one little word for 2012. But of course, I thought and that was that. I am looking forward to this year; I have also selected document  as a companion to my word. I am the oldest survivor in my immediate family and too often I’ve wished that  both of my parents were alive, so I could ask them questions and recap their/our memories of our lives.

In 2012, my goal is to enjoy and capture the journey. Thanks for joining me on this ride.


one little word 2011 {accomplish}                                    february 1, 2011

If you scroll down to the first entry in this page, you’ll see my post for my 2010 one little word: begin.  I am now beginning my second year (as of January 29) of proretirement. Over this past year I’ve learned much about myself, my expectations and reality. I share some of that learning in a post from my Morning Glory Studio blog earlier this month.

In a sense, I am continuing with my 2010 word with equal emphasis on both beginning and ending. Though I am eager to continue along the path of learning and doing, I’m also  striving to temper my enthusiasm for  being seduced by[and starting] new projects. With so many projects and activities on my plate, I don’t realize all that I set out to accomplish.

In 2011, I intend to change that. Stay tuned…


in celebration of reading           june 25, 2010

Now that summer is here,  many of us are making plans for a quick get-away, either for a week, a weekend, or just in a good book…or two, or three or more.

Currently I’m on a visual/art journaling/drawing-sketching learning path. I have on my reading table , this stack of books and several of the titles are re-reads…yes, I’ve been down this path before. But that doesn’t matter to me; I always think of reading as having a conversation with the author and myself as well as a way for me to learn, grow and strengthen a few brain connections. The American Library Association is meeting in Washington DC this weekend and you can bet there will be plenty of talk about reading and good books. And if you’re looking for something good to read to while away the summer, check out Oprah’s recommendations and better yet, high-tail it to your local public library…I  guarantee you’ll find just the book for you! Enjoy!____________________________________________________

and what is talent?                             May 28, 2010

When we chose this week’s topic,  I didn’t have a clear idea or definition of talent and so I did the usual: thought about it; researched on the web; looked for examples; made notes, etc., to work and waited/hoped that a brainstorm would strike me before today.  Can’t say one did but I think I’ve come to the conclusion that talent, for me, takes the form of multiple intelligences combined with interest, passion, opportunity, encouragement, exposure and access. The list of talented persons in the world, live or dead, is inexhaustible and covers every possible topic: scientists, musicians, naturalists, artists, engineers,  photographers, cooks/chefs, athletes, presidents, first ladies, teachers, authors, poets, statesmen, mechanics, quilters, knitters, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, partners, children in art classes…

The photo on the home page is an example of a child’s art work – who did it or when it was done I do not know. The painting was hanging in my cousin’s bathroom and I was intrigued with it; not such a hot photo but certainly, an example of a child’s talent. And so, I leave you with another picture of children’s artistic talents, taken recently in a display in the Columbia Mall, Columbia MD of Howard County Schools’ children’s art.


Me thinks: lots of talent here and all around us. Agree?




may 21, 2010

It was April, 1995. I remember the time clearly for I was on my way home from Salt Lake City, UT, and changing planes in Oklahoma. Blasting on the airport televisions: news of the Oklahoma City bombing. I shall never forget the eerie sound of silence as we all contemplated the horror taking place right before our eyes. Why? Who?

I had been in Salt Lake for a job interview with the Salt Lake County Public Library System; the position was for associate director, one of 3 I believe. Salt Lake City and the area were not quite like any place I’d ever been – I remember how very much I was intrigued and mesmerized by the Wasatch mountain range. The mountains encircle the city and one can get lost just looking at them…everywhere you turn, there they are. Everywhere.

I was offered the position and agonized for days. I decided not to accept the job, for a variety of reasons. I never regretted my decision but I did lament the loss of looking at those mountains.

Recently, I flew into Salt Lake on my way home from Oregon and Washington, both of which are filled with wonderous mountains. Looking at and driving through the mountains in those two states plus seeing the Wasatch Range reminded me how very much I love mountains. Next to the ocean, my second desire is to live where I can see mountains out my window. Nirvana would be to see the mountains from the east window and the ocean, the south…



what a connection!          May 14, 2010

Our topic this week is “life’s oddities…a funny thing happened on the way to…” My oddity has all to do with how the brain makes truly strange connections in the oddest sorts of places. Like earlier this week.

I was toolin’ down the Baltimore-Washington Parkway, a scenic drive anytime of the year but especially in spring when I recalled a remark I’d read that morning or the day before in a magazine. The remark was about glue sticks – you know those ubiquitous, portable, little cylindrical things that never seem to be around when you need one- or if it is, then it’s dry! And when you go to the office supply store to replace, you can only buy a dozen, not just one!

Well, the remark I read was from an artist who mentioned that as a child her mother always packed a travel kit for long car rides that included art supplies and a glue stick. And that thought took me back to my childhood: we didn’t have glue sticks! Nope. I remember jars of paste, which dried out if lids were left off and/or LePage’s liquid glue in bottles; it would also dry out! And it was also very messy and sticky because we’d invariably use too much. However, the pièce de resistance was the glue we made ourselves from a staple most of us have in the kitchen cupboard – flour.

Just a little water and flour mixed together made   a nice paste, the    consistency of which you could control.

Ask me why that remark about glue sticks made such an impact and was catapulted to the forefront of my brain as I drove down the Parkway and I’ll tell you I haven’t the faintest idea. It’s just how the old brain operates…how it makes all these connections at the oddest moments…

As I continued to drive and consider my brain’s connections about glue sticks, I recalled another incident that occurred one Saturday morning last December: Again, I was toolin’ down the Parkway when I saw a minivan all decked out with reindeer antlers. I sped up a little to see if the van was sportin’ a red nose…and indeed it was! Made me laugh! But it also reminded me of the conversation we’d had the evening before with my then eight year-old grand-niece about the Night Before Christmas‘ reindeer’s names. And then my mind made a gigantic leap. I was working on documenting the days of December and one of the daily prompts involved reindeer…seeing the van, recalling the previous night’s conversation with Kayla, reminded me of a picture from years before, taken in December…and so, I leave you with this bit of humor and manifestation of how interesting and mysterious the ol’ brain is…truly life’s oddity.

Happy Holidaze …



Ode to Mama                May 8, 2010

Several days ago I visited friends in Walla Walla, Washington; we’ve known one another since our college days, forty years ago! On their dining room table was a woven table runner and I thought: “that looks like a piece my mother wove.”  I asked my friend who confirmed, indeed it was.

UNESCO proclaimed 1979, “International Year of the Child” and my mother, then a children’s librarian in Toledo OH, held a series of programs for children, to learn about and celebrate the world’s cultures via their stories and crafts. One of the crafts the children learned was weaving, as done by many worldwide cultures using twigs, sticks, and other simple handmade looms.

After she retired, my mother started weaving in her early seventies. Weaving was on her “bucket list.”It was from this very simple beginning that my mother began her weaving learning adventure and journey.  She taught herself and learned much about weaving:  tools, materials, equipment, stitches, techniques, focusing especially on the rigid heddle loom.  After about five years on her learning journey, she was able to make many items on the rigid heddle loom that were more easily woven on a four or eight – shaft loom. Quite an accomplishment.

She wove to practice, experiment, learn… and because the process of discovery and learning brought her joy.  I too have a few items that my mother wove – napkins, placemats, mug rugs, etc.  I hold these items dear as they are tangible remembrances of my mother and her approach to learning and fitting reminders as I travel on my quilting learning journey.

Thanks Mama for setting such a great example. .. not only in this area but throughout my entire life.

My eternal love,



inimitable footprints          april 23, 2010

My email inbox was filled this week with all sorts of  sale advertisements, challenges, recommendations for books, products, projects, ideas, tips, materials in recognition of Earth Week. Each message carried with it the promise that I could  make my own personal contribution to saving the earth and saving money – always a plus. As one email read: “Green comes in all colors.”

I am fortunate that I live in Washington DC. The city has an excellent recycling program: weekly curbside pick-up of household-generated recyclables: plastics, cans, cardboard, papers. And once a week , city residents can take items for shredding, household hazardous waste products, and electronics to a central collection point. The city also picks up bulk trash such as yard debris and discarded furniture. And in January this year, the city implemented a five-cents per plastic bag tax; the receipts are earmarked to clean up our other river, the Anacostia (provides the bulk of our drinking water). The immediate payoff  is that for each  reusable bag we schlep that’s used to bag our items, we are paid the five cents fee (it is deducted from our bill). I think that’s a win-win all around. Those nickels add up.

The photo of the footprints are mine; I took that picture five years ago, early one May morning in Ocean City MD. Thinking about this week’s topic, I was reminded of the photo and Chief Seattle’s  sage advice. And challenged to ask myself : what do I do and what will I do to reduce my carbon footprint? I am a conscientious but not a fanatical recycler; I use the city’s services. Why not? After all, I do pay for them and if I don’t, I’m going to pay even more.

Immediately, I am going to do one  thing: turn off my computer, especially overnight. I’ve developed a habit of leaving it on and I really do not need to do that. I will look at other ways to save electricity – again, a win-win proposition. I’m sure that my heightened awareness and sensitivity will help me come up with many more things I can and will do to leave nothing but my inimitable footprints.    



an open door

April 16, 2010

I grew up in libraries… using libraries. My mother, an avid library user from childhood, took my sister and me to the library every week and sometimes, even twice a week.

The 120 years old Hackley Public Library in   Muskegon, Michigan, (today still a viable community resource) was my childhood library. The children’s room was on the second floor and I can recall, very vividly, the feeling I would get as my hands followed the gentle yet commanding curve of the balustrade, going up and coming down. I would get a rush every time.

There was magic and power in that staircase: on my way up, it was the excitement of the adventures and treasures yet to be  discovered and on my way down, holding those treasures in my hands, eager to get home and indulge, get lost…

Years ago, when I was about 28, I returned to Muskegon for a Toastmistress’ conference. Of course, I visited the library …and the children’s room. And I got that rush, again.

That  libraries have been a central force in my life is an understatement;  libraries, along with my parents, have been a central influence in my life and have shaped and assisted me in becoming who and whatever I am. Tho’ I’ve recently retired after forty-some odd years in the library profession, I will never retire from the library.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library
—Jorge Luis BORGES (1899-1986)


Colorful thoughts

April 8, 2010

Honoré here: For as long as I can remember, yellow has been my favorite color. I can remember being in second grade and the dress I loved best was yellow with little green dachshund buttons and a peter pan collar.  No doubt I would’ve worn that dress every day had my mother let me.  She, of course, had better sense.  As an adult, I’ve had yellow walls in most places I’ve lived.  I am just naturally drawn to Yellow. It makes me happy.

Recently though, for about the past year, the color turquoise/teal/aqua has captured my interests. I see something in that hue and I am immediately drawn; it’s as though a siren is calling: Honoré…Honoré…Honoré…and I’m mesmerized. Doesn’t matter if it’s a a ribbon, a yard of fabric, a skein of yarn, a clipboard, or a  pen; whatever, it gets my attention.

I have no explanation for why this sudden and intense affinity for the color turquoise/teal/aqua…I just know I like it and that’s A-OK . Yellow and turquoise/teal/aqua go quite well together, though I doubt that I’ll paint any walls that color any time soon.

What’s your favorite color?



Snow? No Way!

Mother Nature has been known for sending a little snow our way on April Fool’s Day, but certainly not here, not this year. No way!

This year, April brings with it all the loveliness and joy of Spring: bright blue skies; colorful flowers and blooming trees; temperature in the high 70s – possibly even hitting 80 degrees, today. To be out in the glorious world, in the warmth of the sun, this Spring has truly been a treat and a reward, for all creatures, great and small.

"I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden." ~ Ruth Stout

“I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose, I would always greet it in a garden.”
~ Ruth Stout

on the road to Sister's OR

Where to begin? Which road shall I travel today…or not?  How about that one over there? What piques my interest? How much earlier can I get up in the mornings – my favorite time of day – in order to do everything I think I want to do on any given day?

What do I want to do? Quilt? Read? Knit? Journal? Scrapbook?  Spend time with friends? Capture the day’s events? Prepare for tomorrow’s? Plan a getaway? Get away? Attend a concert? Lunch with friends? An artist’s date with myself? All of the above? None of the above?

These are some of the questions I ask myself as I begin each day of  this new phase – protirement –  of my sixty-something life.  (Protirement as opposed to retirement is a positive plan for a new chapter in life, emphasizing possible options and personal renewal. Frederick M. Hudson, founder of the Husdon Institute of Santa Barbara, is widely credited with coining the word though according to wiktionary, Arthur Godfrey first used it in 1961.)

Since 2007, I have selected one little word to serve as my focus for the year. I chose begin for 2010 because I was about to embark on a new life/learning path, a different routine, a new approach. The experience, so far, has been interesting and different, in some ways like being on vacation or an extended weekend and in others, how I remember kindergarten to be: a day/time/chapter in my life full of many creative, wonderful, exciting, learning choices.

begin again, with living as the centerpiece ~Frederick M. Hudson

8 thoughts on “Honoré

  1. You. Didn’t. Tell. Me!!

    Love the blog, dear one. Can’t wait to follow the journey!


  2. Over the years of knowing Laura and Antonette Artiz I have heard so much about you. And now I have a place to connect and look forward to reading – learning – sharing more.

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  4. April on said:


    So great to meet you this past week in Sisters, OR. It was great fun to see your wallhanging take shape. Hope to see your accomplishments next year!!

    Hugs, April

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