Martha

I am a longtime fan of Martha Stewart! Watching the Netflix documentary about her, I am remembering my early mom days trying to build a home. In my housewife days in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, I found my creative voice raising children and cooking, gardening, living. A couple of months ago, I unwrapped an extra set of KMart sheets with the Martha Stewart name that I snatched up at a fabulous price years ago.. a lovely and affordable lattice pattern that transformed my bedroom then, and now. The recipes, the projects! Who has the time? I was inspired to do things I might not have taken seriously, though, from the baking projects to my walk-through raspberry bushes with the trellis on one end. My home as tableau was a glorious project I loved.

It seemed obvious to me when Martha was sentenced to jail that it was fear that sent her there. Powerful women who can whip up a breakfast soufflé are so fundamentally necessary to our culture and beauty and being that we must destroy them, or try. I wish that instead of redemption, Martha could have stayed among us instead of having to rebuild after the fact. I love me a good 19 Crimes wine with her face, with Snoop Dogg, but I wonder about our weird world that elects felons while stomping on the power of love and home.