There’s a baby oak tree in the potting room sink. Five years ago, on an August afternoon in North Carolina, I sat with JoHn... Read More
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… on a party of five at sea
This past Tuesday, five women stepped aboard a boat and headed toward a dream. Okay, that’s too flourish-y, too much. This past Tuesday, five... Read More
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… on ten core values for people-ing
Last week, I had lunch with a very close and very old – like, not old but long-time – friend. Along the hours (yep!), and... Read More
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… on blooming and resting (and budding)
Some – not all – just some crabapple trees work so hard blooming up a storm one year, they need a longer-than-twelve-month break before... Read More
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… on gardening in and out of a pandemic
May in Maine finds the gardens still at their beginnings. The forsythia still have not quite gone from sunny yellows to greens and the... Read More
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… on this mother’s day morning
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... Read More
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… on an overwhelmingly good day
I am weepy today, right now actually. It is that weepy that comes when grace, or gratitude, or wonder, executes a perfect blindside tackle,... Read More
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… on breakfast sounds (poem)
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,... Read More
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… on ambient people
A few weeks ago, I ran across an internet meme/comic that went something like this: A woman bursts into a room, clearly ecstatic, and... Read More
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… on serendhoppity
A few weeks ago, I got a call from a very important Niece who happens to be the Mom of two very important Practice... Read More
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… on waking up on maine’s midcoast
Nearly every morning, when I wake up, the bed covers have been kicked, tossed, and otherwise molded into a loden cloud of duvet and... Read More
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… on gatherings (floral and faunal)
This morning I went outside to perform my very first garden chore of the season. I dug into the Potting-slash-Writing Room tool drawer, selecting... Read More