On Generosity
We are talking to each other through goods. Generosity is about finding head space for people, not gifts.
Writing on Mother’s Day
If I still had my mom, I wouldn't be posting about her on Facebook.
You can never go home again; then the holidays happen
I hadn't just flown the nest....I'd outgrown it.
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Bingo the Pony and our Shared Nostalgia
His mother, the heroine of the randomly assorted photo story and the consistent member of most images, aged before my eyes.
Traditions of Grief
Despite complaints that the holiday emerges too quickly, no one seems upset that it ends too soon.
What you think you know…
My mom (NOT pictured here) was a seamstress. Maybe that’s too fancy a word: simply, she sewed. She made curtains and culottes, quilts and embroidery and all my costumes. She made suits and ready-to-wear fashion for herself and did prom dresses and wedding gowns for me and my cousins. She did not always know how…
Weekend 1 of the 35 Days of Julie’s Birthday
So, it began with the Caggio Gallery’s Brady Street Photo Festival opening. Ah, yes, my first gallery opening. It was stunning. Drinks at the Roman Coin with the posse (who I thank profusely for joining Tina and I out for our event. I used to think I was “kind of a big deal” until I…
Julie Ferris-Tillman 