I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.

Michael Pollan is a champion. In all ways. A man of great integrity, humor, and common sense and kindness.

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.