Weekly Letter: The Cleansing Light of Spring

The opening line of Alfred Domett’s poem, A Glee for Winter I think of every year around this time when Spring teases us with her arrival. “Hence, rude Winter! Crabbed old fellow, Never merry, never mellow! Well-a-day! in rain and snow What will keep one’s heart...

Weekly Letter: Witnessing Bravery

I’ve been witnessing a lot of bravery lately. I’m not speaking about within myself, but observing it in others. I don’t mean the bravery publicized with muscles and bravado, but the more subtle bravery-the bravery of trying something new, alone. Wouldn’t it be...

Weekly Letter: Nourishing our small studio

Eight years ago, I sat down with my attorney to discuss the purchase of MSY. He was asking me a series of questions to best set up the business for the future and make sure we don’t have to redo things later. A lot of his questions seemed pretty routine, but then he...