When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
No WAY I was having a picture taken of me. I looked like a chimney sweep, smudged black with dirt in my smoky, tangled hair…
I pulled my pop-up to EMU’s kiln site yesterday, so we could sleep in shifts and still be nearby.
Wood firing: The cat’s away, but I’m wood firing this weekend with Patrick Green (fellow MFA student, pal, part time roomie and Dave McBeth’s former…
NCECA report with lots of name dropping: Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. This is one of those nights when morning seems like a week ago,…