Tag: Jessica Spring
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Even Keel
It’s hard to think of a better weekend activity than taking a quick trip to San Francisco. First of all, Jessica and I got to visit the lovely Sarah and Jesse, who live here— and whose back yard contains this. And then we got to raise a fantastic ruckus and make guerrilla street art with…
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We Heart SF
Splurging on a giant bag of salt water taffy is probably a weird way to research a new project, but I swear it’s relevant. That’s right—Jessica and I are carving again. We’ve been invited by the good folks at the San Francisco Center for the Book (big shout-out to the amazing Rocket!) to be among…
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Paper Chase
Jessica and I are back from Asheville, with fresh memories of hazy heat and sweltering summer on our minds. Back home in Washington, however, we’re having the kind of chilly summer that demands a cozy sweater, a cup of tea and time spent curled up with a good book (and thanks to our sojourn in…
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Revolving door
Whew. I’m home from one adventure, but I’m about to turn right around and go off on another. There was just enough time between trips to do a little scribbling, a little scrambling—and maybe a wee bit of nervous screaming as the seconds counted down. We made it, though—and now, on this summer that’s had…
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Peace Unfolds
Today is Memorial Day in the United States, a holiday designated for the remembrance of those lost in time of war. But on this day, Jessica and I can’t help but extend our thoughts to others as well, in the spirit of peace. Today our eyes and hearts are trained on the far shores of…
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Persimmons on press
I’m still not sure how it happened, but it’s May already—and that means Jessica and I are due for another broadside. This weekend, while everyone else is grilling hot dogs, we’re cooking up something entirely different. Now, if only print racks left behind those tasty-looking grill marks… Memorial Day has a little bit of a…
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Goosed!
Holy flying gaggles, but we upped the ante this year! I don’t know if it was the gorgeous sunshine that graced us after literally months of dreary rain— —or Sweet Pea’s extra-awesome 2011 poncho— but this year’s Wayzgoose was larger than life. (In case you’re curious, that little Sigwalt press is inked up to print…
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Gearin’ up the ‘Goose
Jessica and I have locked ourselves in her studio with an armful of Talking Heads records (go, portable turntable!) and some very sharp knives. Don’t worry about us, though—it’s just an annual tradition here in T-town. That’s because this Sunday is the seventh annual Wayzgoose, that crazy letterpress block party that draws hordes, flocks, gaggles…
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Horton hears a universe
You know, I spent the whole time I was at Codex just trying to process everything around me. I thought the few weeks since that I’ve been telling stories and rehashing memories would make it easier to sort it out in my mind, but I still just can’t seem to articulate the impressions bouncing around…
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Warning Signs
In honor of Black History Month, and of the might of the written word, our newest Dead Feminist is powerhouse poet Gwendolyn Brooks. Without further ado, I’ll hand over my pen to her: Reading is important. Read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything. I guess we’re done with the knitting needles and home canning for…