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Je Ne Sais Quoi
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Je Ne Sais Quoi

I write because it’s my way of entering into conversation with the world. My fingers find their purpose pressed on the keys and I find my voice in concert with their quiet tapping. Sometimes I type with my eyes closed and the words appear faster than the thoughts are consciously formed. It’s as if my...

THE SANCTUARY IN YOU
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THE SANCTUARY IN YOU

A good designer should conspire to uncover the authentic you.  This is a process that requires the vulnerability of everyone involved. Vulnerability. Not a popular word. Even those who share incessantly on social media are rarely telling it like it is but rather painting a picture of something imagined in order to impress. Here’s the...

RE-DISCOVERING HOME
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RE-DISCOVERING HOME

I still marvel at how Ron and I just sort of fell into our mutual passion. My career in architectural design and Ron’s ability to do nearly anything became like magnets for sad houses begging for new life.  I think we all agree that there are few things more thrilling than the search for the...

The Neighborhood
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The Neighborhood

Wherever I am in the world I always walk the neighborhoods. It’s not the grand tourist destinations but the quiet pedestrian scenes that speak to the artist in me who will gladly forego the museum history lessons to become a brushstroke within the landscape of living, breathing art. When I work with a new client...

where you live
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where you live

Describe yourself. You’re sitting at a lunch with a new friend or colleague and you’re asked to share who you are. Not how you look, that part is obvious. Not what you do, or who you know, or what you like…  Using only adjectives, describe yourself. Go ahead. I’ll wait because this is just so...

A Little taste of joy
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A Little taste of joy

Our lives are a deep dish of many ingredients, all very different but delicious when they are blended together. Together. What a remarkable word. Janene Kraft These are the images of a beautiful life—multiple forks dipping into one impossibly large pan, chairs scootched way too close, and words between bites that signal an intimacy earned...

hidden places
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hidden places

My favorite thing as a little girl was our family Sunday drives. While some would head out to the country, we would tour the beautiful neighborhoods, pointing to one house or another and proclaim, “that one” when we came upon a place we imagined as ours.  This was the beginning of my obsession with people...

SELAH
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SELAH

The wind and the trees are having a conversation. I am both eavesdropper and interpreter, doing my best to understand what is really meant in all this commotion. There’s a word in my favorite book that is repeated over and over again, “Selah.” Wedged between one phrase and then the other, it is believed to be...

CULTIVATE BEAUTY
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CULTIVATE BEAUTY

It was the fourth home that we completely gutted, set high upon a mountaintop with views as far as the eye could see. Thirteen acres, wild as our own dreams of building a one-of-a-kind sanctuary nestled into the giant boulders, perched one mile up the winding drive.  Nearly two years of constant obsession and our...

THE LONG VIEW
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THE LONG VIEW

Bernadette Has Seen Things [Bernadette a vu des choses] Claude Monet died the year Bernadette was born.  Although Bernadette never grew taller than 4’8”, like Monet, she has lived a very big life.  In her 94 years she has seen the bombing of her French village during WWII, lived through the Holocaust, mourned the death...