My new boyfriend carries his comb in his hair. Seriously. And I don’t mean one of those cool combs that looks great in a... Read More
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… on raising grampa
That’s First Dinner, with Mac, Sam, and Grampa circa 1998. For a long time, we couldn’t figure out why Mac and Sam never really... Read More
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… on the definition of home
There’s lots of ‘stuff’ going on in Maine right now. At The Inn (ever-ready caveat: It’s not really an Inn, but it was in... Read More
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… on chasing spring
Yes, that is light pouring in through the old barn window in Maine. And also a life-preserver. To save me. Because if you look... Read More
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… on boulders and caves (or not)
There is an old joke about three fools arriving at the gates of Heaven. Because I have a visual, and rather dramatic brain, I... Read More
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… on diminutive domesticated carnivorous mammal remedy
Ya, I meant ‘Puppy Therapy’. But, c’mon, it’s a Monday and it is actually snowing where I am, and I’m a little sigh-ish about that,... Read More
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… on happenings with a hospitalized Old Yankee Man
The Old Yankee Man, also known as ‘Grampa’, is home. And he is also bionic, because he has a brand-y new pacemaker. I have... Read More
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… on signs, signs, everywhere premature signs
I was in Maine for a couple of days this week, surveying the black hole that is not really a black hole, especially not... Read More
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… on karma
A few weeks ago I share the story of Fred just walking off the edge of our raised patio, even though I’d told the... Read More
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… on meeting ms. matty
Sometimes, when I take my time and pay attention, the best things happen. This afternoon, Gabe, the self-proclaimed perfect boy was volunteering with a... Read More
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… on death considerations and writing
Yesterday I went to visit my friends in New York and we spent a lot of the time there talking about writing and the... Read More
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… on life imitating art
There’s more snow on the driveway. Ya, I know. Shocker. Doesn’t it look all sweet and fresh and, oh, I dunno… Pure as the driven... Read More