Nancee Marie
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Papermaker, Book Artist, Writer, Educator. Wisconsin.
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Scissors, My Solitude
Scissors, My Solitude By Nancee Wipperfurth Killoran I was a kid who found sanctuary in a long, narrow closet in my room where I cut out paper dolls and gave them lives. The scissors were mine and I had to hide them from my older sisters. To this day I am a scissors hoarder. There are scissors in every room of my house. And in my studio, where these days I am making books, Fiskars scissors are at my fingertips. I even have student sized scissors for when I teach book making classes to kids. I have gifted Lefty Fiskar Scissors to all my left-handed friends. When I give scissors as a present, people look at me funny, and then I say, “You can never have too many scissors.”
By Nancee Marie5 years ago in Humans
A Little Black Book
A Little Black Book By Nancee Wipperfurth Killoran Susan tripped in the mud on the playground. She had ducked out of the staff meeting in the library because the air was stifling. Dust had settled across the tops and down the spines of the books on the shelves and found its way through her mask and into her nose, and she had started to sneeze. One of her colleagues had offered her a tissue. Even that had the smell of dust. In-person school was due back after the virus and this was the first in a series of staff meetings. Susan had pulled her mask down in the fresh virus-free air outside. She wondered if the students had come to this playground while school was virtual. Did they wear masks? Did they wash their hands after?
By Nancee Marie5 years ago in Humans
