Last week was a crazy sad and frightening and bewildering week, for sure. For me, the more public news of the horrors in Las... Read More
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… on waves
Waves have it hard. I mean, we treat them as if they are hard. Especially big ones. They don’t touch or caress or embrace…... Read More
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… on a day and a night of tailgating
The other day I was up early and I can’t remember why. Oh no wait. I was up early to bring Gronk* down to... Read More
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… on the needs of my seasoned soul
My friend Kim is an amazing mom, cook, yoga do-er and instructor (she has only instructed me once and I laughed my way through... Read More
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… on falling too fast
This is the first September we’ve spent in Maine since we stumbled across The Inn* (and made the ‘holy-cow-can-you-believe-we-are-doing-this decision to buy it) more... Read More
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… on an unpermitted business
The dragonflies. They’re back. And, Houston? We have a problem. Because I think I’m running an un-permitted brothel. I know. Madam Dingle. It’s... Read More
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… on sidetracked time and a frazzled day
Buckle up. Yesterday started out pretty normal except when the alarm in my head went off several hours before the alarm on my phone... Read More
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… on rebellious processing
Yesterday was gorgeous here on the island. The sun rose over a lowering tide, and I was later than usual to answer the call... Read More
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… on suddenly autumn
We got to Maine this year, accompanied by our furniture, clothing, and far too many large, plastic containers stuffed with everything from Christmas decorations to... Read More
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… on caring and therapy from beyond
Fred was Grampa’s dog. Well, I mean, we fed him and took him to the vets and stuff. But he was Grampa’s dog. It... Read More
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… on a phone stack inspired ramble
Yesterday we – Gabe, Sam, Disney-Princess-Avery, and I – headed over to Freeport-Maine-Home-of-LLBean-and-many-other-outlet-stores. And in between making Sam try on shorts, awaiting our approval, Avery’s search... Read More
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… on this happening
Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing... Read More