gone, then back !
I’m thinking of little Mischa, now 8 months old, all bundled up in her winter cocoon which looks like a round baby sleeping bag – deep and warm. She’s lying in her stroller, nicely tucked in, protected from wind and…
I’m thinking of little Mischa, now 8 months old, all bundled up in her winter cocoon which looks like a round baby sleeping bag – deep and warm. She’s lying in her stroller, nicely tucked in, protected from wind and…
I have this pressured feeling at this time of year: many things need to get done as the days get shorter and feel less light There is pressure in the business that I’m now part of, there’s pressure to do…
When my first child was born, I was living in Brookline, MA. We had no yard. I wanted one – I had grown up in the country with acres to explore. In my childhood in Virginia, when we’d go horseback…
When I was a child, I listened to my mother read fairy tale after fairy tale to me and my siblings. Every chlld Of course this led to dreams of a fairy tale wedding. Was that true for you, too?…
WOW! No place to park! I’m heading down the highway with my blinker on to turn into the 4- 5 vehicle gravel pull off when I realize its fully occupied: by 2 HUGE trucks. They are parked across the area,…
I found a mouse in my toilet. When I called the pest company, I asked, how can that be? She mentioned vents or doors or pipes as access. But this is the far end of the house. There are no…
Thursday: Growing up in a family of 6, it wasn’t a question of who you were. That was said and done for you. I was #3. I was the one who was easygoing. Which basicly meant, I didn’t stir the…
Take #1: Color! So late in October, now in the lower areas around the lake. Totally surpassed by the double rainbow. For some reason, it brings to mind my trip to Finland, years ago. I was in my late teens…
Every morning, it’s a little darker. I both want to honor the seasons – rest more – AND I want to take Peaches out on the walk before anyone else. I want that quiet early morning to myself. Just me…
“How’s your soul?” my son Samsun asked me. I had phoned him spontaneously on a Thursday afternoon duing my hour plus return trip from Whole Foods, and then launched into my latest diatribe: yet another Lyme pain story, to which…