May 09, 2021
It’s early when I step onto the porch. The air is silent and still, infused with the notion of leftover moonlight. The first bird musters up the courage to fill it. Another joins in. Then another. Once this heart-lifting chorus establishes itself, a lone red squirrel breaks into a spontaneous solo. He seems to have... Read more...
April 28, 2021
I am weepy today, right now actually. It is that weepy that comes when grace, or gratitude, or wonder, executes a perfect blindside tackle, and you go down – but softly – covered by a pile of puppies. Which is the good kind of ‘being blindsided’. Nothing big happened, and yet all the little things... Read more...
April 14, 2021
Breakfast Sounds They are ambient… the people Chairs pulled out, scooched in Napkins unfolded onto laps Babes reaching for everything Shiny spoons offered As distractions, drumsticks Forks and knives and glass Slid safely away Smells of bacon, maple syrup, toast Mix with the conversation The comfortable hum of voices Accompanied by tinks and clinks Of forks... Read more...
quote scrawled on the chalkboard above my stove...
- anthony bourdain's no reservations
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
One funny moment after Jack proposed to Mac (and Mac dissolved, pretty much, into a melted snowman puddle (but recovered quickly enough for us... Read More
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was nature’s... Read More
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More