lake love
As a child, I would spend my summers on the coast of Maine: sailing, enjoying picnics on nearby islands, and looking for shells or colorful glass at low tide along the rocky ocean beaches. On the way to and from the train station and then airport, we would pass by a lake or two. But […]
how to heal
Other years I’ve complained about spring in NH going by in a blink. This year? Endless spring. My daffodils bloomed and bloomed. In nearby gardens, they’re still in full flower. I scraped frost off my window on May 9! I was also promised last fall that my Lyme would be “better” by this spring. But… […]
curiosity
After traveling, I somehow feel as if I’m still moving. Or that I never left. That I’m expecting to see Hunter and Artemis and Lynn every day. And to go on another of Samsun’s family “walks”. (his pace is a slow run for others). Mischa bundled in the sltoller. Amanda and her sister alternatively slowing […]
off to Canadaaa!
Can you hear the music? Canadaaa! I’m leaving next Saturday because…. astonishingly enough, little tiny Mischa grew into less tiny Mischa and is about to celebrate her first birthday! Does that seem fast or what? Definitely fast for those like me that are not with her day and night during that first year, challengin even […]
Aries
When my children were little we were in a car accident. I happened around four o’clock in the afternoon on RT. 93 leaving Boston. There was bumper to bumper traffic but moving at I thought a good 60 -65 MPH (a speed you’d never find now on that road at that hour). Out of the […]
not so quiet
I’m admittedly in a grumpy mood. Just up the street, the wonderful local tree guys have done the job they were paid to do: cut down a small forest of trees. It makes me feel so sad and so angry. I’ve been reading this best seller book on how interrelated nature is. I read best […]
what’s important?
When I first met Trum, or after we had gotten to know each other a bit – maybe a year and a half in, I realized that his seriousness was more of a front than all of who he was. He liked to be caught off guard, to be challenged, and to laugh. He would […]
snowing again/dyeing again
It’s snowing again. Endlessly. I’m dying again. Or is that dyeing again? I haven’t dyed silk in three years, I believe. I’ve been using fragments from previously dyed silk to see: what can I do with this? I played with single color coils of the more translucent silk. Then I tried wrapping color inside color: […]
imagine!
It’s at this time of year – in the dead of winter, buried by snow – that my children start talking about summer. They start formulating plans about when to come. The first mention I heard was June. June? Will the lake even be unfrozen by then? This is my perspective as someone who can’t […]
separate worlds
Some things you like to talk about. Other things, not so much. I would say Lyme lands in the second category. But as a child, I was used to these two categories. Not for uncomfortable diseases, but for “society”. My father was from the south. Southern women did not run cow farms. My mother was […]
