So I’ve had this idea simmering in my head for more than a year.
It goes back a number of years, in fact, to a daydream I liked to entertain when I was a graduate student walking through the streets of Evanston, Illinois. I loved looking at all the beautiful old houses, and I had this fantasy about someday obtaining my own beautiful old house, and filling it not only with a family but as often as possible with friends and guests—artists and musicians and writers, creators and thinkers and dreamers. I wanted to make a place where all these people could gather and talk, where they could share and inspire and challenge each other.
It turns out I do live in a beautiful old house, but not in any sort of big city or cultural center. My friends are scattered all over the place, and my husband and I don’t have people over nearly as often as we’d like to. And I’m no Gertrude Stein. But I have been blessed to know some really amazing people, and as I hear their stories and see what they are doing with their lives I still want to share their lives and their art with others.
It struck me that this blog, which is sort of a gathering-place for the things close to my heart anyway, could maybe also serve as a meeting-place. Maybe once a month, for now. I’m still working on invitations, not to mention honing my hostessing skills.
But please—meet me back here tomorrow, because I’ve got somebody I’d like you to meet.
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