January 6, 2012
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January 2, 2012
Yesterday, Robyn and I went to Grandma’s house to help her take her Christmas tree down. Some of her ornaments … I remember them from when I was a girl, especially those little golden balls with the fruits painted on them–grapes, strawberries, cherries. And she’s accumulated many new ones throughout the years of Christmases I was away from N.C.
We still have the small tree up in our apartment that Robyn got at Family Dollar for $5. We each contributed our personal ornaments to it. I have the Moravian ornaments Mom gave me–the candles, the choir singers, the baker, the church–and I dug out a little wooden ornament of a cardinal that I bought for myself at a craft fair last year in Vermont on my 36th birthday.
We’ve made vague comments about taking the tree down, but I don’t really want to, yet. Liturgically, it’s still the Christmas season until the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, which is January 15 this year.
Christmas feels like two separate holidays to me … more
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December 6, 2011
Two posts in one day! I found out this morning that my short story “En Plein Air” won first place in the Charlotte Writers’ Club Emerging Writers Contest.
The Back Cove in Portland, Maine, features prominently in my story "En Plein Air." Here it is at low tide.
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December 6, 2011
When I go walking now, especially near sunset, the crisp (though not too cold) air; the smell of the drying leaves; bare branches, but green grass on the ground; the particular kinds of vegetation–these sensations all combine to make me feel as I did in high school, in college, winters of my youth, winters I knew before I left North Carolina 14 years ago.
In those years, I took so many melancholy walks alone in winter, and I always thought on those walks of who I would become.
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November 29, 2011
"Void" is one of the pieces I'll have at the sale.
I entered five works in the Charlotte Art League’s December art sale / exhibit. While I was down there today, I switched my work to a different rental wall. My first wall was on the end of a side corridor; people didn’t come down there that often to look. The new wall is in a better location, along the main corridor, so I’m hoping more people stop to look at my work (and buy it).
The number of the new wall is 11D. Instantly I thought: 11D–11 December! My birthday! In the Tyranny of Jessica, 11 December is the 50th anniversary of the robot landing!
So I decided to take the new wall number as an auspicious sign. Good things are on their way, I tell myself. This is my lucky number.
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