Storied Paper The beautiful soft black line of the charcoaled half-burned twig, the luscious red stain of the smashed berries, the powdery golden glow of the ochre clay earth – all came together on the stone walls to charm the day, record the event, and note the present. But the stone could not be carried […]

We knew before we could explain it, and we knew it needed no explanation – it was right there for everyone to see: the dress was magical. Our mother slipped into the dress – not the plaid cotton shirtwaist or striped shift or corduroy jumper – it was that soft black chiffon, that shimmering black […]