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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…

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…

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.…

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.…

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…

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…

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…

never just black and white?

Wrong. It’s winter. It’s much warmer than usual. It was just colder than usual. My Lyme hurts now. My Lyme doesn’t hurt now. The nights are very dark. The days are brilliant with the snow reflection. Peaches is sinking into…

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…

space

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…