Weaving

I work in an office that is several hundred feet from my father’s childhood home.  I gaze at the same ocean, the same mountains, that my father, grandmother, great-grandmother gazed upon before me. I can hear the echo of their laughter, of their heartache as it calls...

Circle of Life

As the tide ebbs and flows, I am taken back to a time when my father was small. I can almost see him and Jeff David as small boys out on their little raft on the big ocean. I can see my grandmother and Cecilia (Jeff’s mother) standing on the beach, heart in throats,...

Braids

My life is currently in flux. Too many things, all at once. Moving, packing, getting our house ready to sell (and yes, it is taking us a while. I never knew one had to grieve a place, but it was our first real home as a married couple. Not a rental our home. It has...

Juneau Visit

Gwen and I visited Juneau and attended a weaver’s conference. We both had a blast. It was wonderful to be with other weavers and see what they were working on. Gwen and I hadn’t planned on setting up a table, but we ended up setting up a table and working on our warp....