I am pleased to be able to tell you that I'll be teaching at Squam Art Workshops up in New Hampshire again this year. If it weren't for Squam, I wouldn't be typing away at this blog today. I was inspired to create this blog there. At Squam, there are real ice boxes in every sweet little cabin. In every cabin there is a fireplace, with a fire ready for you to light every evening. There are waffles every morning and ice cream every evening, and candlelit talks, and walks in the rainy woods, and (if you take my class anyway) embroidery on docks. Oh, and maybe most exciting (for me anyway) at Squam, you can hear the loons crying every night. It's amazing.