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The vase came to me as a Mother's Day gift from my children (lucky me). If you're not familiar with the woman-led Wolf Ceramics in Hood River, Oregon, you might want to be! I love their stuff.
Ocean Vuong's new novel, The Emperor of Gladness, has poetry on every page. I loved his last book, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, too.
In many of the restaurants in Italy sat good-looking rechargeable (cordless) metal lamps. Now I have two of them lighting my little corner of my little patio.
I have yet to get back into baking since Eddie died, but I still have a sweet tooth. These Snickerdoodles from Trader Joe's definitely rival my homemade ones. My sister agrees, and she's a Snickerdoodle aficionado.
I never watched Season One of The Rehearsal, but I'm intrigued, entertained, bewildered and sometimes gobsmacked by Season Two.
This embroidered pouch is the house of a new small, handmade, limited edition book by Maira Kalman. The subject is joy. She says: oh, aren't there so many abysmal things in the world that you could weep forever? but then aren't there so many good beautiful funny things in the world that you could jump for joy? woe be to us if we cannot see the beauty. the days pass quickly. when joy comes, fleeting joy, take it in with all your heart.
Tiny Habits is a band made up of three friends (Cinya, Maya and Judah) who met and got together at Berklee College of Music. They just finished a tour opening for James Taylor. Their debut album, All For Something, came out about a year ago, but I just learned of them recently. Their harmonies are magical.
Mr. and Ms. Finch have returned to my patio. It's so good to see them again.
And then there's this blooper video I made of Eddie when we were working on one of his YouTube videos about his experience with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. I love it because it is so him: funny and self-deprecating, charming and handsome, a blast to collaborate with, silly to the core. We laughed a lot together.
Finally, there's the work of photographer Xavi Bou, a Spaniard whose miraculous images show us the flight paths of birds.
There are still reasons to jump for joy.
