October 06, 2023
As I write this morning, Maine still exists in darkness outside my screen porch. The post lantern is on, as is the one that washes the barn door with a gentle glow. I can see a few lights here and there, dots from across the water. That’s all. Ah, I can hear the warning chimes from... Read more...
September 26, 2023
Light dancing on wind-rippled peaks… we Dingles refer to this as ‘sparkle water’. There is also ‘sparkle snow’, But this requires snow, and is a few months away (maybe). Decades ago, the kids small and easily excitable, sparkle water was the impetus for mad dashes to the shore. We’d grab whatever tools we could find... Read more...
September 11, 2023
*** This morning, I was listening to the radio. It was one of the satellite radio vintage rock stations, and I’d just finished listening to Kiss’ Detroit Rock City (nope, not kidding) when the DJ came on. She was lamenting that she’d woken up this morning and immediately checked her e-mail and social media. She said she... Read more...
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