Lydia Roy

We were driving along highway 35 in Oregon, returning from an expedition to Mount Hood in the direction of our hotel in White Salmon, Washington. It was a hot July day. The orchards were in fruit. We stopped at a farm stand along the side of the road. I bought a brown...

Soup Share 2013

Every November my friend Kim holds her annual Soup Share.   It’s a competition.  Each cook enters their signature soup and the rest of us pay $2 per cup to taste them.  We vote for the best of the evening.  The money goes to charity and the winner is awarded the...

Piss, Blood and Vomit

“How’s work?” I asked. “It’s great.” she said. “The director said hi to me on Friday.” I know how rare it is for such an elevated personage to acknowledge a member of the crew. “And the work is interesting....

Surprise and Delight

I try to arrange my life so that I am likely to stumble upon things that surprise and delight me.  This means that I encourage a certain amount of spontaneity and serendipity in my day.  And that I am always on the lookout for something that may be more than it...

An Intimate Conversation

The following words are not my own.  They came by email from a dear friend and fellow artist after a long lunch together.  When I read them I felt so seen and known that I could have wept with relief.  I am sharing them here because he so perfectly captured a dilemma...