I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself.   Poem by D.H. Lawrence, a favorite of mine.

Sometimes reading the bathroom wall yields good advice, eh? (sorry for the blurry photo)

We were like hunters Spare with our arrow and bow Always accurate  

Still SO excited and inspired from having attended the TYPO San Francisco 2014 Rhythm Conference. People are doing incredible things and it was a pleasure to listen and be surrounded by some of them for a couple days. I admit … Continue reading →

Kay Amert was one of the great teachers in my life. I asked her once why she thought I loved the idea of chance so much. Without hesitation, she answered me. “Why, Kristen, it’s like holding a handful of crystals. Any … Continue reading →