this place
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 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…
(one of those cooler mornings on Squam) Does anyone like to be teased? Do you? I don’t like it. But sometimes yes. Okay, sometimes I do. I feel like I’m getting teased by the weather: let’s try a little cold,…
At the beginning of the week, my beloved sister Louisa visited en route home from Maine, headed to Virginia. We took a walk through the woods together and at one point, she stopped and looked around. “I LOVE these woods,”…