Boozy Bee

When Jen asked last week when we could get together, I asked “crafting or dinner?” She responded, “Both,” and promised to bring her hand quilting project. (Stunning work. Truly. If I didn’t already know the girl was southern, I would have...

Thanksgiving

Saturday night started season 4 of the Pre-Emptive Strikes reign of glory. Or reign of too-much dinner followed by rented shoes and three games of hilarity. Your choice. A pretty fun cast of characters to spend a Saturday night with, I must admit. Next time I’ll...

Splashy

There is a quilting store next to my favorite sushi joint. I’ve stared through the window drooling at their beautiful bolts for years and never once made it in time to shop. The sushi restaurant opens late and it isn’t in an area of town I’m...

Fruitful Harvest

Did you know 1 in 3 children in Arizona is considered “hungry?” This is simply unacceptable to me. Remember when I tried to get that community garden off the ground, so to speak, in central Phoenix? Well, a few lessons were learned in the toil. Namely,...

Cézanne

I recently visited the Cézanne exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum with some friends. I’m not sure what it was about this show in particular that made me want to attend; I’ve never taken an art course, much less studied the great European artists. And yet I...