Learning to Ripstik

By Leah Kostamo | Twitter: @LeahKostamo It looks like a cross between a skateboard and a medieval instrument of torture. As a child I never went for skateboarding (nor medieval forms of torture, for that matter), so why at the ripe middle-age of 46 did I decide that Ripstiking would be my sport du jour? The simple answer: […]

When My Art Isn’t Deep, But I Am

“I still don’t understand proper techniques like underpainting, layering or glazing. But I understand the way white oil paint always smells a little like buttered popcorn and red is slippery and thin and brand new brushes get messy faster than I’d like to admit.” I’ve always been a creative sort of person. But I joke […]

Holding My Ground

I look like the kind of girl who can stick up for herself. I guess I am the kind of girl who can stick up for herself. But, more often than I’d like to admit, I cave instead of stand. I bend like a blade of grass on a windy day. Unless you’re related to […]

When I Would Rather Stand. Or Sit.

One thing I love about my church in Djibouti is that if the pastor tells us to sit but the choir is still singing and people in the congregation feel like standing, they stand. If the pastor says to stand and someone in the congregation feels like sitting, they sit. One person might pray out […]

Telling My Story

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.” ~Anne Lamott I’m going to write my memoir. No really, I am. Maybe I’ll start next week. This is what I keep saying, but I just can’t write it. I’m frozen. Swirling […]