Time Is Holding Its Breath

I saw the Andrew Wyeth exhibition (Andrew Wyeth: In Retrospect) at the Seattle Art Museum a few weeks ago, and I found the artist's work uncommonly affecting. What is it about his work that's so profound, you ask? Well... You know those moments when things feel especially alive? Those moments that overflow with your acute … Continue reading Time Is Holding Its Breath


And Presents on the Tree

If you've ever read anything I've written about my mother, it will probably not surprise you to learn that she was a master gift wrapper. Whereas I usually have a lone roll of wrapping paper that is mostly empty and half-crumpled in the back of a closet somewhere, my mom had a whole wrapping station. At … Continue reading And Presents on the Tree