Give her the wide expanse of the field, the short rush and cut of the court, a ball at her feet, or in her hands. If she’s home, the house pulses with dull thuds–a ball against the carport siding, the hallway, her doorjamb. She lives in her team shorts, her practice jerseys–even on rare, practice-free days. Something is always ricocheting, somewhere.More
February 2013
Nutty Bars
We snack, and it’s all my fault.
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The Meal 2013
Last year, Art House worked with Action against Hunger to raise awareness of global hunger by asking people around the world simply to share a picture of their meal. So join the project! February 22nd at noon, eastern standard time, snap a picture of yourself and your meal, and share it via Twitter (@arthouse, #themeal) or email it to Art House. More details at the Art House website.
Look for our pictures here next week!
Double Trouble
There was a time when the boy would sit outside the girl’s door every morning and wait for her to wake up. There was a time when the girl would bring an extra birthday treat home from school for the boy. That was the Golden Era. More
Name that Herb
In the old days, I might have gone to the library, flipped through a card catalogue, found an encyclopedia of herbs, thumbed through the pages, poured over illustrations or photographs, probably noted several other things of interest along the way. But these days I don’t have easy access to a university library, and spontaneous trips to the library seem like a luxury, and did I mention I’m lazy? More