The Full Measure of Happiness

The happiest moment of my life was the day I got married. I didn’t really think it would be. I thought my wedding would be really, really nice. Pretty. Simple. Fun. But the best moment of my life? I didn’t believe I could plan something like that. I didn’t think you could choose a day and make it the best. Charlie and I worked on the details for months – The taco truck that would pull up in our driveway. The place under the tree in our yard where we would stand on a star quilt given to us by…

So much creation

I was at Art-A-Whirl this weekend and walked away thinking simply this: People can make really cool things. View this post on Instagram People can make really cool things. #artawhirl #mpls #makemore A post shared by Brent (@heybrentlove) on May 21, 2016 at 7:16pm PDT There’s a universe in this paper weight. There are fireworks in Josie Lewis’s resin blocks. View this post on Instagram #clay #plasticine #artresin #godseye #wip #petrifiedfireworks A post shared by Josie Lewis (@josielewisart) on Mar 12, 2016 at 3:29pm PST There’s a world of moth llamas and bears with typewriters in DC Ice’s paintings View…

A Big Party With All the People

If you have known me long enough, you have heard me talk about my lottery dreams. Whenever I’m asked, “What would you do if you won the lottery?” my answer is always the same. I would fly everyone I love from all over the world to join together for a giant party. This is my dream. I would fly up my best friends from summer camp, my 11th grade English teacher, my family in Kolkata, my landfamily in Armenia and the ladies at the bakery in Stepanavan. I would fly in my besties from Peace Corps and college and high…

I Found an Old Photograph

This photo has been haunting me:   I’ve had it hanging on the wall with other knickknacks, bits carried back from travels, mementos from home. This one is just a neighborhood trifle. I was biking last summer through Uptown on a Saturday just like this one when I saw the ratty sign of an “Estate Sale”. I followed it. Inside a strangers house, this photo was among hundreds strewn on a bed, laying like fallen leaves over an old satin bed cover. The room had been a woman’s. Her old hair curlers sat dustless on a pristine vanity made fragile…

Strangers Holding Hands (or What to Do When Happy Hour Isn’t Enough)

If you have a friend who you know loves meeting new people, a ‘yes’ person, a friend who will disregard decorum for a good story, and if this friend is meeting you for a Thursday afternoon happy hour, then I suggest you scrap your bar chatting plans for something else entirely. My friend, Kady Hexum, is easily one of the most outgoing people on the planet. And earlier this summer I suggested that we change our happy hour plans and meet near a park. There we would introduce ourselves to strangers so that I could take pictures of her holding…