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…
Winter has finally arrived, with the first lasting snow we’ve seen all year. The roads so far have not been too treacherous, and the kids…
It’s January 20th, two weeks into winter semester. Diana doesn’t teach winter session, but will return from Florida every few weeks to offer critiques and…
It seems there’s a formula to the new-years-update letters we get around the holidays, usually from friends we only hear from once a year. There…
I just finished loading the bottom shelf of my kiln. I love how pots seem to nestle in together, like they are having a little…