Independence, incrementalism, identities
Claire Arbogast grew up among the winding streets and deep front porches of historic Irvington on the eastside of Indianapolis.
She started out as a kid that loved to curl up in hidden places with books and pick gooseberries with her grandmother for tart, bubbling pies. Her family owned flower shops and had a fondness for picnics in state parks.
When not trying to see every part of this world, Claire serves up masterful soups and pies, and plants hopeful gardens. She has left behind a long line of peony bushes surely still blooming every spring.
A retired marketer, Claire gardens, walks with dogs, and writes in Bloomington, Indiana, relishing every sweet day with a thirst for questioning, sorting, rejecting, adapting to the infinite stream of ideas that flow into our lives.
It’s not always popular, but it creates a freeing kind of independence.