Your browser (Internet Explorer 7 or lower) is out of date. It has known security flaws and may not display all features of this and other websites. Learn how to update your browser.


color hungry

It’s been overcast and rainy this month, which has me a little hungry for light and color. I’ve been going through old photos, thinking how MUCH color I seemed to have noticed while we were traveling. A place like India makes it easy. But it also makes me wonder what it is about our own houses and spaces that causes us to stop seeing or appreciating the shades of things we’ve brought inside. The familiar comforts, yet it erases too, if we’re not careful.

I was thinking about our first summer at the fishsite, when the cabin was just a frame, the weather was cold, fishing was heavy, and we were coming to understand that we had five years worth of projects on that summer’s list: insulating, plumbing, putting in a kitchen, flooring, windows, steps. We were discouraged. I was lonesome. It wasn’t an easy season. But I’ve never appreciated my gardening attempts as much as I did that July when the first flowers bloomed.




Here’s my painter-friend Amy visiting Uyak a few years ago.

When she posted this photo of her desk the other day, she noted: ‘beginning again’


That ran through my head all day.

Beginning again.

Each morning, beginning again. And throughout the day, remembering to appreciate the beauty around me, railing a little less against winter’s dark and grayness. When I’m tired, or short tempered, or grumpy:  letting it go and beginning again.




yesterday was national handwriting day

and I missed it! But not really, because I just finished hand writing postcards to every last person in my address book.

I’ve written before about my love of real mail. My weakness for stationary, for anything letterpress, for stamps and funny cards and pens with unusual colors of ink.

I made postcards for Gaining Daylight–my first book-promoting effort.

My friend Susan Reid sent 34 postcards in one day, and now she calls me every time she hears from a relative in Virginia or that friend in Germany who got one and says they’ll look for the book. Susan also spent four hours last Saturday addressing envelopes to small bookstores all over Alaska. Thank you Susan. It makes me happy just picturing  starfish and squid arriving in mailboxes all over the country.

Last night as I pulled into the driveway after work I heard Garrison Keeler signing off the Writer’s Almanac. I count it a good day if it includes that voice, and the words “be well, do good work, and keep in touch.”

I believe in keeping in touch.

Eva Saulitis writes in her blog that “…the raw material of writing comes from bodily contact with the world” and that …meditation, and walking, and observing the world, all of it feeds into the words that appear on the page.

Sometimes I regret that I’m better at nurturing relationships than my own writing life-in mothering and in friendship–bringing food to a friend who just had knee surgery, or making time for a walk or a handwritten letter. But this month, with the book release just a few weeks away, it’s friends who are addressing letters, creating and hanging flyers and making cupcakes for a book celebration in spite of my reluctance, reminding me of the blessings of a balanced life.

When we sent postcards from India on our honeymoon it involved a pot of glue applied with a twig, which you found under a tree outside of the post office.




you are loved and missed and in my thoughts…

we all want to be reminded of that



June happenings

I’m excited to be teaching a workshop at the Kachemak Writers Conference in June along with Alaska writers I so admire–like Rich Chiappone, Sherry Simpson, Peggy Shumaker, Nancy Lord, Nicole Stellon O’Donnell. And Naomi Shihab Nye is the keynote speaker! Woohoo!


Plus, Homer is such a great place to visit.

a press release from the UA Press

This is the first time I can say “here’s my press release.”

I had two big dreams after college: to write a book and to see orangutans in Borneo. Maybe three: to marry someone wonderful and have a family. I’m feeling really lucky, especially since I have my husband Peter to thank for helping all of those things happen.

Here’s a site that helps the endangered orangutans in Borneo.



thursday thoughts

I’ve been trying to figure out how to embed images on wordpress, and how you go about giving the right attribution. You can find this artist on etsy- Naomi Wilkinson-. I love her color combinations. They remind me of a beautiful fishsite in Uyak Bay. Danny and Sandy are both artists and it’s evident everywhere–driftwood sculptures on the shed, painted cabin floors, wooden canoe paddles holding up the laundry line. Even the rocks on their paths are handpicked and pretty. The first time I got to visit their site, I was so inspired I went home and painted the trim around our woodstove the orange of that mermaid’s tail.

Someday I’d like to make a place that upliftingly beautiful. By August, I sometimes feel like my greenhouse is close. It’s just missing a clawfoot tub.

I wonder if I thought of this website more as a place, would that give me some sense of purpose? Because honestly, most of time it seems like we’re all sending these posts out into the world without much of a point. Well, beyond “here’s some more stuff to buy.” Maybe if I was trying to create a little place of inspiration I’d feel better about updating and spending time on this, even though I’d still be thinking that there are already a bajillion moms-turned-blogger who take better photos. Something else that’s been bothering me: who is my audience anyway? And how many books does a writer have to sell before they can give up updating a website and just write books?

I’m pretty sure that my sister is my sole reader. My mom would read this too, but my dad tends to think that all computer problems were caused by the last person seen near the computer desk. Hi Mary Beth. You’re the best. I hope something on this site makes your day a little better.

MaryBeth met us in Hungary the spring I was pregnant with Liam & we took the train to Dubrovnik[/caption]


Or maybe if I just managed to share something useful every once in a while, like the greatest coconut cream pie recipe ever, I’d feel better about this site. I first had Tom Douglas’s coconut pie at Dahlia Lounge in Seattle. Someone must have told me to try it because I don’t even like coconut, but I love this dessert. I like to make two or three miniature pies from the recipe and leave them unexpected in friends’ fridges.  This recipe is in Tom Douglas’ Seattle Kitchen cookbook and it’s also here at cake spy.

Triple Coconut Cream Pie

For The Coconut Pastry Cream

  • 2 cups milk
  • 2 cups sweetened shredded coconut
  • 1 vanilla bean, split in half lengthwise
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, softened

For The Pie

  • One 9-inch Pie Shell
  • prebaked and cooled
  • 2 1/2 cups heavy cream, chilled
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

For Garnish

  • 2 ounces unsweetened “chip” or large-shred coconut (about 11/2 cups) or sweetened shredded coconut
  • Chunks of white chocolate (4 to 6 ounces, to make 2 ounces of curls)


1. To make the pastry cream, combine the milk and coconut in a medium saucepan. Scrape the seeds from the vanilla bean and add both the seeds and pod to the milk mixture. Place the saucepan over medium-high heat and stir occasionally until the mixture almost comes to a boil.

2. In a bowl, whisk together the eggs, sugar, and flour until well combined. Temper the eggs (to keep them from scrambling) by pouring a small amount (about 1/3 Cup) of the scalded milk into the egg mixture while whisking. Then add the warmed egg mixture to the saucepan of milk and coconut. Whisk over medium-high heat until the pastry cream thickens and begins to bubble. Keep whisking until the mixture is very thick, 4 to 5 minutes more. Remove the saucepan from the heat. Add the butter and whisk until it melts. Remove and discard the vanilla pod. Transfer the pastry cream to a bowl and place it over a bowl of ice water. Stir occasionally until it is cool. Place a piece of plastic wrap directly on the surface of the pastry cream to prevent a crust from forming and refrigerate until completely cold. The pastry cream will thicken as it cools.

3. When the pastry cream is cold, fill the prebaked pie shell with it, smoothing the surface. In an electric mixer with the whisk, whip the heavy cream with the sugar and vanilla on medium speed. Gradually increase the speed to high and whip to peaks that are firm enough to hold their shape. Fill a pastry bag fitted with a star tip with the whipped cream and pipe it all over the surface of the pie, or spoon it over.

4. For the garnish, preheat the oven to 350°F. Spread the coconut chips on a baking sheet and toast in the oven, watching carefully and stirring once or twice, since coconut burns easily, until lightly browned, 7 to 8 minutes. Use a vegetable peeler to scrape about 2 ounces of the white chocolate into curls.

If not serving immediately, keep the pie refrigerated, covered with plastic wrap. The finished pie should be consumed within a day. Prepare the garnishes just before serving. The coconut pastry cream can be made a day ahead and stored chilled in the refrigerator, covered with plastic wrap as described above. Fill the pie shell and top it with whipped cream and garnishes when you are ready to serve the pie.
Recipe borrowed from Cakespy via, Copyright © 2002.


scenes from a moving window

Today I cleaned our bookshelves and  unearthed a drive with photos from our honeymoon, a backpacking trip we took seven years ago. Walking through markets, I felt shy about taking pictures. Most photos were shot from the hip. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky, I just couldn’t bring myself to hold the camera up to my eye, even though it didn’t ease the feeling that I was stealing. Usually the bus or train or truck windows wouldn’t open very far, so I’d hold my arm out and hope I captured something good. That strikes me as a metaphor for writing in disconnected blocks of time. Each time I sit at the computer I’m hoping to pin down maybe one good idea that I can come back to.


I like the way looking through these pictures from India reminds me of how it felt to be traveling there, trying to take in all the life going on around us



Ellen Gilchrist writes in an essay, “The Middle Way”—”The years I spent raising my sons are as important to my happiness as the books I have written. If some of that time was frustrating, if occasionally I wondered whether I was wasting my talents, then that was the price I had to pay for being happy now. There are always dues to pay.”

She ends the essay with a story about running into Eudora Welty on campus. Ellen was with her three little red-headed boys.

Welty said, “Are they yours? Do they belong to you?”

“They’re mine,” I answered. “Aren’t they funny?”

“Why would you need anything else?” She asked. “Why would you need to be a writer?”

I did not understand what she was saying to me but I do now. Eudora had no children of her own and that year she had lost her father and her brother. Her mother was in a nursing home. Think how my riches must have looked to her. Think how far away from wisdom I was not to know what she was telling me.

In the end happiness is always a balance. I hope the young women of our fortunate world find ways to balance their lives. I hope they learn to rejoice and wait.

art & inspiration

“Certainly for artists of all stripes, the unknown, the idea or the form or the tale that has not yet arrived, is what must be found. It is the job of artists to open doors and invite in prophesies, the unknown, the unfamiliar; it’s where their work comes from, although its arrival signals the beginning of the long disciplined process of making it their own.”

– Rebecca Solnit,  A Field Guide to Getting Lost

I admire really creative people. Christoph Niemann’s book, Abstract City came in the mail the other day and brightened my whole week. And  Amy Krouse Rosenthal, you had me at hello the yellow umbrella. Somehow she makes book promotion look fun. I love The Jealous Curator blog for her byline: “A collection of art that inspires and depresses me. I know it’s good when I’m thinking DAMN I WISH I’D THOUGHT OF THAT.” She isn’t afraid to use the word jealous over and over. And she’s introduced me to artists like Kate Pugsly. Pugsly reminds me a little of another artist I love, Maira Kalman. I wish I could capture the world the way she does. I envy the energy that artists and creative thinkers seem to have. My only muse these days is strong coffee.

I’m feeling a little short on creativity this month. Maybe it has to do with going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark. Now that I think of it, January is usually when I start compulsively painting color over white walls or jabbing at the dimmer switches, convinced the light bulbs aren’t shining at full strength. This week I’ve been trying to think up ways to spark inspiration. So far, searching terms like sunshine, Matisse, lemons, and Italy on Pinterest hasn’t really worked. It did lead me to Femke , though, a blogger in Amsterdam with an aesthetic I love. This form of procrastination, I mean, research, is problematic because basking in someone else’s brilliant productivity is generally followed by envy. I’m jealous of anyone making the time to make art. But even if I had a room of my own to fill with color and images of travel and beauty, I wouldn’t have much time to sit alone being inspired. My laptop bag is so heavy it sets the passenger seat belt siren off every time I drive, and yet I haul it around everywhere, like Gollum, hoping for a few minutes alone with it. That’s my current reality, along with work and winter and a messy house. If I’m honest with myself, all my Internet searches for inspiration are just a pleasant way of robbing myself of writing time. I’d be better off to quit searching for beauty and admit that creating something of beauty takes work and time and the only way I’m going to get it is to take it when I can. In a section about reasons for writing in Dinty Moore’s book, The Mindful Writer, he quotes Stephen King:

Yes I’ve made a great deal of dough from my fiction, but I never set a single world down on paper with the thought of being paid for it … I have written because it fulfilled me. Maybe it paid off the mortgage on the house and got the kids through college, but those things were on the side–I did it for the buzz. I did it for the pure joy of the thing. And if you can do it for joy, you can do it forever. 
Dinty Moore writes, “It is good to be reminded that writing is not just hard work, not just worrying about being blocked, not just struggle. Stephen King refers to the buzz of writing, that feeling of exhilaration that comes when the writing is flowing, streaming out like the tail end of a comet. That’s the joy of it and the reason, I suppose, that we keep coming back.”  My job then, is to write through distractions and self-doubt and scattered fragments of time until I get to inspiration.
A final quote that Dinty Moore shared from E.L. Doctorow: “Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you’re doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing.”