August in Somerville

I haven't blogged for a year or so it seems.

A new start.

Sylvia now three and beginning preschool in a month.

We are now "Villens" that is we live in Somerville on the ground floor of a triple decker in a section of the city called Winter Hill.

Sylvia goes to a Wedding

So here we are in Montreal at Wedding. Sylvia dons cashmere twin set and tights and for the very first time repeats her own name over and over "Silia". Back in USA now and thinking about Faith and Love. And also about applying to the Auburn Culture Council for an arts grant to do something around the process or being a landed immigrant. Deadline October 15. Sylvia is a natural Montrealer by the way

back in the USA

a landed immigrant now

today at the Worcester Library with S. for a storytelling and nursery rhyme extravaganza. Sylvia a social and silly and completely innocently grooving to the music. Why is it that I feel my heart is going to split right open when I look at her sometimes. I'm gaining confidence with the traffic (simply had to) and so we are off to all sorts of places and things...it is all so in contrast to where I once was

pilgrim soul

I leave tomorrow for a week back to Nova Scotia. I promised a drawing instead I have a word.

oi so abstract

Part of some big glass building downtown. Figuring a daily practice is in order. Slowly pulling out my sketchbook. Acorns . Bits of nature. Metal. Glass. I'll post a drawing within 7 days.

Make Way for Ducklings

This blog should be called Postcards of Sylvia in America. Today Sylvia and I spent a couple of hours in the Boston Public Gardens communing with bronze ducklings. A little girl called Fiona let me know that Sylvia was dirty...I call it urban chic. Oi. Mark read a slogan on a truck on the drive in that read "Unsliced bread. The best thing since sliced bread". Go figure. Weird world this. Sylvia scored free pizza at Whole Foods...the kid will never go hungry!