Here you go, Lynne. I found it where I hoped it was.

This is a quilt Mother made in the early 1980s. Many of us signed squares for her. Some drew pictures. She embroidered those pictures and signatures to make them permanent–in some cases more permanent than the people who were part of our lives in those years. I’ll probably photograph individual squares of this and post them over time. But not all of them because it’s good to let sleeping dogs lie (thought not on this quilt!).

Missing You

Today is my friend Riley’s birthday. I miss him so much. I want to read a new poem from him, hear a new song, and tell him all the ideas I have in my head for things I want to write, the main one using our adolescence together in a ghost story.

Tom and I started going through those bins on our carport that so desperately need purging. I have an action plan for some of them, so I’m on my way. But mostly I wanted to find all my Riley correspondence. It stretches back more years than I will admit to. I’m lucky that he liked to draw and write and gave me so much of his work.

None of his stuff, of course, is part of the purge. Somebody else can trash it after I’m gone. It still means too much to me.

circa our junior high school years

I love you, John Riley. Thank you for an amazing history.

Button Sunday

Happy birthday to my friend-since-college Debbie. Who’ll never see this here, because she’s wiser than I am. Shunnnnn the Internet. Shuuunnnn-nuh.

Bonus button!

(I miss Charlie the Unicorn and his twisted “friends,” but not as much as I miss Debbie.)

P.S. Thank you to my readers who, like me, have not shunned the Internet and still come to my hate-free space.


Tom has a knack for finding random things on the ground and making them into little gifts. Usually they’re something from nature. But a tiny toy is always welcome.

Today is my mother’s birthday. She’d have been 91. That astonishes me. I have stories of her from every age, including her childhood during the Depression. Her great joy was being able to go to a Shirley Temple movie with her brother for a nickel. Toys were things she and her six brothers and five sisters made out of whatever they could find. A stick became a sword for a fencing match. A scrap of fabric and some straw became a doll. They hung vines from trees to swing on and play Tarzan.

I’ll bet something like this little guy, dropped in a parking lot and left behind, would have been a treasure to them.

Related: Happy birthday, Timmy! A treasure to all who know you.

Tim and a new friend honor an old one

Back in October, Timothy J. Lambert was raising money for Rescued Pets Movement’s Strut Your Mutt campaign. Near the end of the fundraiser, he promised that I’d name a rescued pet after any new donors.

I thought I wrote all the contributors’ names down, but I can’t find them. Yet.

Fortunately I did remember one of his donors, a friend of Tim’s since they were teenagers. In time, I found the BARC dog who I wanted to bear her name. This week, she transported to Colorado to her new life.

Meet Tim with Amy Fagan. Happy future, sweet girl! And thank you, human Amy, for helping make Tim’s fundraiser and RPM’s campaign a success! I know you love animals, and you make a difference every day with your advocacy and your compassion.

Best Friends

Our driver’s funeral service was today. Afterward, I spent time away from everything RPM because sometimes I need to breathe and focus on a bigger picture.

But I can never really escape the dogs. Debby and I went to one of my favorite shops, Body Mind and Soul, where I found bracelets made by Chavez for Charity. The two bracelets I picked out benefited Best Friends Animal Society. It seemed a nice way to honor Charles Roberts’s commitment to the rescue of animals.


In an earlier post I talked about trying to complete some of the tasks I featured on Photo Friday last September. This one is ongoing, but it’s gratifying that friends have had some quiet Craft Nights to exercise the chance to color.

Lynne and I have been coloring together since we were kids. Even then, just getting to our teens, we were “too old” to color, but we never believed that. There’s no such thing as “too old” to color. We like to think we were MANY years ahead of the adult coloring craze that’s now possibly in its waning days–though not for us. Coloring is a chance for companionship and conversation; an escape from stress; and at times, an opportunity to process sadness.

Here are some examples of what we’ve been doing.

Lindsey’s lovely ombre effect. What happens when artists color.

Tom’s first from a dragon coloring book he received Christmas 2015!

He received this coloring book this past Christmas. Apparently the movie was not so good, but the illustrations in the coloring book are excellent. It should be fun.

Lynne did these two:

Her biggest crowd-pleaser was this one:

This one was totally created for Rhonda to color!

I think this is one I did that same night:

I did this one over a couple of Craft Nights:

Lynne has one still in progress:

Some bright colors from Lindsey on this one:

Here’s one of the books I’m looking forward to:

I finished this one last summer. I think I Instagrammed it but never put it here.

I should send this one to Marika to do in honor of Teddy:

I forgot to put my Christmas angels out this past holiday! Some of you may remember that a few years ago, Marika sent some of these angels out to friends to color as a surprise for me. The offer still stands. I have plenty of angel books and will happily mail an angel to you to color if you send your mailing address to me at Then you’ll be part of the next Houndstooth Hall holidays!