The other morning woke me up early, lured me outside, and easily convinced me it was worth it. I stepped out of bed and... Read More
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… on the sun rising again
September is a glorious month here in midcoast Maine. The air is crisp and, here at The Inn, often smells of the ocean… and... Read More
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… on what is handed down
When Mom died And those who loved her Went back to their everydays When the dishes were washed And put away in the same... Read More
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… on a letter to the first owner of my second-hand dog
Dear Sir, Firstly, I’m so sorry for the anonymous nature of this salutation. It’s just that I don’t know your name. My name is... Read More
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… on a newly minted princess
Six years. Six years without a soul dog. Without a dog velcro’d to my side. I’d only looked seriously at one dog in all... Read More
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… on grief, the invitation
I opened the front door slowly After knockings barely heard No one stood there on the porch No one said a word My gaze... Read More
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… on the temporary puppy
He was… Yeah. Was. Marshal Dillon Dingle was supposed to be a temporary puppy. We were supposed to take him in for a night,... Read More
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… on an awakening
There is something wondrously cool about Wait. Just to be all kinds of honest and authentic, that – up there ^ – is not... Read More
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… on the hat
When the kids were much less tall than they are today, we often read a book by Jan Brett, called The Mitten. It was… well,... Read More
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… on reminders sent and received
That’s Mac up there. I did not take this photo, and suspect a certain Half Kid did. In addition to being my Half Kid,... Read More
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on the memory seeds
Grief I’ll trust the softly petaled path Toward the Memory Seeds There I’ll nestle Dip a toe Run my fingers Through the cool, dark... Read More
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… on an inn, empty
“Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine “Just one tiny human isn’t here, and the entire house... Read More