Author Archives: Susan

For the first time in all my years, I intentionally waited until morning to set the clocks back. I thought it'd be more fun to see that "extra" hour reveal itself and enjoy it rather than just sleep through it. Continue reading →

Likely one of the hardest jobs there is, to be a good parent. To watch over yet teach to stand alone. To always make the right decision when it comes to safety yet allow for fun and experience. In Westfield, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Coming to realize that it's time again to pick up the machete and strike out on new paths. Looking back to see where I have been, the short trails leading off to deadending cul-de-sacs that kept me going around and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Not a biggie, just the start of holidays ahead and thinking of the people we've left behind and lost somewhere to time. And a presidential election that makes me sad. Continue reading →

These are without a doubt the best mousetraps, but I couldn’t imagine this poor mouse’s experience sometime during the night in the shop. Evidently he got caught in the little one, which flew up and landed on the bigger trap … Continue reading →

Just have to share this, a phone call just now from a customer not happy with her choice of frame on a particular piece and wondering if we can change it.  Of course, I say. Her reason for disappointment? The … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Not my best, and a bit burnt on the edges, but when you end up using the Weber  gas grill to bake a pie, at least you know that you can. It’s a question of should the old gas stove … Continue reading →

Barthes' theory of writerly versus readerly text is a constant with me now, and I find proof of it again and again as I relate my own perspective to a writing, often coming up with something not likely the main … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, you get one shot of me here because I’m rather proud of having given myself a fairly decent haircut, almost like my mother used to do but without the high layered back beyond a feeble inch or so. I’ve … Continue reading →