while you were gone

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Three and a half days. It’s been a while, since you were there and I was here.

I thought it might be fun to be alone. You know, so I could do stuff.

The first night I accidentally woke at 3:30 in the morning, thinking it was 6:30 and made a pot of coffee, enough for two, before I realized that it was darker than dawn.

I drove to the wine country and held Ali’s baby, just a little, since you know how I am always a little afraid of breaking them. It was a long drive and for four hours I listened to podcasts about poetry and spirit and life and longing. I drank champagne and ate cheese with Kathy, and we congratulated ourselves for making it from ages 15 to 60 with wonderful daughters, son-in-laws and our own marriages intact. Chuck gave me sunflower seeds, two different kinds, for your garden.

The hills were so green, I thought they might swallow me up (and I half hoped they might).

I bought a few new clothes, and then returned most of them. I realized I was the oldest person in that particular store, both times. That might have been the problem with the clothes.

Ate avocado toast for dinner the first night, popcorn the second and a spoonful of peanut butter the third.

Spray painted the patio chairs so bright they glow. They might fade, or I might repaint. Or I might learn to love the glow.

I read and wrote and did laundry and put a new shoe rack in your closet. I cleaned up the dead plants, and potted a few more. I moved the jars of rocks outside, because nine jars of rocks in one house might be too much.

I only forgot to water your stuff once. Maybe twice. Let’s say once.

Replaced the upstairs shower curtain, straightened the book piles by our chairs and hung three new bulletin boards in my studio. Watched some baseball, painted my nails and read every page of the Sunday New York Times.

I went to bed early and got up with the sunrise. I snored. Without you here to annoy, my snoring had only me to annoy. It was lonely, snoring without you.

It wasn’t as much fun as I had imagined, being alone. It was ok, but it’s better when I am there and you are here, and better yet when we’re both here or both there.

I can’t wait for your plane to land tonight.

Love, Kim



gathering good :: 31 march 2017


It’s spring, it’s Friday, it’s time to get stuff done, or let stuff go. But first, a few links:

In celebration of the lovely Iris.

Podcasts are my new addiction. Curated Podcast Playlists.

For the easily distracted (and if you’re here, then you are). Flowstate is for those of us who can’t stay on task. You write, and keep writing for 20 minutes. It doesn’t save your work if you stop. Yikes.

Celebrated writers on keeping a diary (BTW, I just heard Maria Popova on Krista Tippett’s podcast, On Being….really great!)

Powerful Pioneers | 10 Groundbreaking Creatives, delightful and fun.

I smile every time this couple shows up in my Instagram feed. Also, Steve and I dress the same on accident all the time. Guess that happens when you only wear black t shirts and jeans!

Another grin-inducing Instagram feed I discovered this week is Aesthetics of Joy.

If I were the kind of person to buy stuff on whim, I’d buy myself this. Just saying.

The world’s coolest passports (which wold also look good in the bag, noted above…again, just saying).

Icons for change, for the graphic resister in you (or maybe, you).

We’re delighted to have our postcards included in the website, Cards to Congress. Free art for your postcard endeavors.

In praise of the Dansko clog.

Since I have clearly identified myself as a “mature” person, this list cracked me up (since I am one of those people who counts the minutes until 10:00 when I can go to bed).

And to finish, just beautiful pictures from above.

See you on the flip side.

an ode to parts of speech (and parts of myself) I don’t understand






rethinking this business of being an adult.




undermining what came before this part of the book.

A chapter, a page, or a poorly constructed sentence,

tossed with only a few words remaining.

Revoking the small,

redeeming the bold,

waiting impatiently for me to do the work.



unintentionally tripping over the past,

including what may have happened

yesterday afternoon.

Finding my place to stand,




I am more than the story that arrived

on my doorstep,

without my permission, or a place to sit.

I am a mess, but damn it, a beautiful mess

in a shimmering universe of

glorious messiness.






cultivating myself through life worth living,

with words, not whispers.



Words and photo by Kim Tackett, Wicker Park, Chicago.

gathering good :: 16 march 2017

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A day early this time (or three weeks late, depending on how you’re counting), but lots of links for the easily distractable. Have fun, but don’t forget to go outside.

After seeing the movie Hidden Figures, I think we’re ready for this all female NASA Lego team, don’t you?

Cement factory magic castle is a thing. Kind of breathtaking.

Here’s a lovely longish read: What writers really do when they write.

I have several friends on Facebook who have passed away, yet FB reminds me of their birthdays every year. Is your digital life ready for your death?

I love this…book reviews in 3 paragraphs or less. The Brief Book Reviews blog.

Nope, we didn’t just make it up. The Science of Hangry.

This cracks me up (and yes, it would probably work on me). Repackaging junk food for the hipster crowd.  Heh.

34 books by women of color to read this year. Time to stop talking and start supporting.

These are beautiful. Designer turns Arabic letters into illustrations of their literal meaning (you have to see it to get it).

Finally, we have something new on This is Plan Be, Be the Change postcards. They’re free. Come visit and get a pack of your own for sending or just some inspiration for creative resistance.

See you on the flip side.


Photo by Kim Tackett. Almond orchard in Yolo County.