Today could be a sad day, a nostalgic day. A first Father’s Day without a very important father. It’s also rainy here, grey. The... Read More
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… on falling (into place)
Yesterday I was up in Maine. Yes, I know you have figured out that I take every opportunity to be in Maine, and work very... Read More
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… on anticipating monsters (and not)
On Friday, JoHn and I had a date day – a real date day – for the first time in a very long time... Read More
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.. on black thumbs and a white plant
One of the most astonishing things that happens when someone you love dies is that you suddenly have lots of flowers. And casseroles. Mainly... Read More
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… on the need for shadows and night
I’m up in Maine doing the little things that I don’t like to do when summer is in full swing (which is when I’m... Read More
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… on the shifting sands of grief (and hollywood set design)
Yesterday, I was contemporary-chatting to a friend (which is called ‘messaging’). We were talking a bit about death and dying and grief, and she... Read More
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… on sparkle water and magic
I am a big fan of Sparkle Water. Sparkle Snow too. Sparkle anything… something magical about it. On Friday, Granny, Sister-In-Law Robin and I... Read More
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… on maine fairies
In Maine there are fairies. No, I haven’t seen them, but I know they are here. They do all sorts of fun and strange... Read More
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… on promises
Will I think of you often? I will I will Will I think of you often, I will. With each beat of my heart... Read More
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… on ports and storms and stuff
Lately, it’s been stormy. Grampa has been in the hospital for two weeks now, and the weeks before that were not pretty, nor very pleasant.... Read More
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… on the homicidal advocate
That’s me. The Homicidal Advocate. Oh, you thought I meant that’s me in the pic right there? No. That’s Grampa right there. Doing a... Read More
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… on a new job with an old man
Over the weekend, Grampa had a particularly tough morning. His sleeping has been all turned around for quite some time, and he had been... Read More