It’s the last day of my temporary teaching gig at Pacific University.  My students come find me in the borrowed office for seven minutes each to show me their final piece and share feedback.  It’s been excellent, a challenge, enriching for all.  At the close of the day, Terry O’Day tells me the latest progress that has stemmed from her tenacity, and at my request, goes through her library sharing titles for my future education.  I want to tell you about this woman: she is so rad.   She’s the woman for whom I’m filling in at Pacific U this term.  She and he

At some hour of the evening every Thursday, Brooke of Big Fork Farms drives by in her pickup to deliver the bushel box of vegetables.  I never see her, as it is that evening that I teach at the community college over the summer.

After such a busy winter and sunny spring, I dare hope for an amazing summer. I will be exhibiting work at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival in mid-June, and will have a booth at the Bellevue Arts Fair in late July (#I-06). Hosted by the Bellevue Art Museum with its focus on craft, the fair is of long-standing excellent repute in the NW and promises to be a relatively lucrative one for me. I am psyched to have been accepted. Relieved too, since the juries of other regional hi-mid-quality fairs did not esteem my work enough to include me in their selections.