Today we bought four sliced ash tree trunks. This is going to sound corny, but seeing them in the vulnerable limbo between being living things in the landscape and finished worked wood always reminds me of the duty we have as makers. A material that is t
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
