Party Where You Are and Why I Love Mail
I am having a doooooozie day of re-entry here. The weather could not be more beautiful- warm, breezy- “a perfect laundry day”- as my Mom used to say. This is why Ben and I hung a load of sheets out earlier.
I am wading through family details, filing forms and all those things that seemed so unnecessary in June.

I am eating blueberries I picked last night on Cone Hill in Richmond, MA.
Life is good. I just had to swing on to the Line for a Pleasure Embellishment then get back to washing my face and getting out of my exercise clothes. I started on this project 5 and a half hours ago. Then the phone rang.
I keep thinking about Michigan and swimming in the Lake. I love to swim. That is all you ever need to know about me. I love to swim.
Of course I keep thinking about Louie too.
What bouys me in the swirl of Motheroverloaddateswashpeoplecallingmynamehaven’twashedmyfaceyet…
is having a Good Mail Day. I have them frequently here in Great Barrington, because I have devoted mail artists in my life like Karen- my “Fe-Mail” collaborator and our pal, Bonnie who just made my day on Saturday when I returned from our trip to a postcard from her.
Karen’s card gives me a mantra for today.
“Authenticity is a daily practice”
Motherhood is a daily practice. Being authentic in this job means some days I don’t wash my face til 4pm and I eat blueberries while on the phone with the insurance company.
Happy Summer Day you all. Party where you are.
Love, Suz




