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In 2006 I bought a house. And this week, believe it or not, my partner Sara and I have sold that same home, a sale that will allow us to move to Ecuador later this spring, sooner than we’d expected. But there’s … Continue reading
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It’s taken at least a year longer than we’d expected. But Sara and I are moving overseas again. Though we knew we’d miss Port-au-Prince terribly, when we returned to the US from Haiti some 20 months ago, at first we … Continue reading
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I know. ‘Tis not the season. At least, not yet. But, this time around, Freshly Pressed has evolved into freshly stressed. Overwhelmed by too much to do, I’ve resorted to prematurely reworking a post I shared during the holidays last year. … Continue reading
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Our front porch is falling apart. Floor boards are rotten. Railings are either loose or long gone. Paint is peeling. To even call it a porch might be to unduly dignify the failing structure now only semi-attached to the front of our … Continue reading
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I have a passion for transforming trash into treasure– for repurposing potential throw-aways into absolute blow-aways. My family mocks me mercilessly about this. In fact, my nephews’ effort to humiliate me for saving cat food cans knows no bounds. They love to … Continue reading
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Sara hasn’t exactly banned me from my studio. She hasn’t forced me out or forced her way in. But we’ve been cleaning at our house this weekend, Sara upstairs (where my studio is) me, down. Admittedly, the place needs tidying—a … Continue reading
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I read recently that home is where our stories begin. It’s where we’re rooted. Home grounds us in the present and gives us a history to remember. I’ve been fascinated for years by the notion of place and the impact it … Continue reading
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My access to the past feels broken these days—not a good development when one is writing a memoir—so it’s especially important that my “Rumble with the Tumble” in paper and paint continue. (To read chapter 1 of my memoir, click here … Continue reading
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It’s been two weeks since I fell head-first down our back stairway, earning myself some souvenir bruises and a side trip to the emergency room. The black and blue has faded, and now there’s little left but peace to be … Continue reading
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Since my close encounter with a stairway and subsequent visit to the emergency room last week, I’ve decided to tackle this nemesis stretch of steps creatively—taking it on as an art project, turning its surface into a canvas, of sorts. … Continue reading
Kathryn McCullough
Sara (Kathy's partner)
