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 pool But I will not... 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 feels empty.” – me On... Read More
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… on the great escape of 2018
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the gravity of the situation and... Read More
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… on cracks and crack ups
This was a very crack-filled week. As in ‘cracks in the best laid plans’. Not crack, the drug. I just wanted to clarify that for you, because if I... Read More
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… on maine dogs in maine snow
HRH the Princess Bunny-Blaze very much enjoys retrieving her tennis ball. So much so that she gets a bit…er… cranky when Marshal attempts to get the ball. It’s become a... Read More
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… on regional humor (and yoga)
This morning we woke up to sea smoke and cold air and headed to… wait for it… Yoga class. Oh no I am not kidding. If you have been... Read More
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… on cable-less critters and snow
Yesterday we had a snowstorm. Yes, I said it. Snowstorm. I know, from all the texts and check-ins I got from friends and family all over the country (and... Read More
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… on a new year’s job offer
Blaze. Her boy just walked out into a frozen early morning world to head back to school in North Carolina. As he was making his way toward the barn,... Read More
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… on encouragemental obligation
On Christmas morning, Mac handed me a box. ‘Here, Mom. Open this one!” It was a big box. I held it up and kind of shook it back and... Read More
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… on flooding during the holidays (and…)
My friend Paige, makes cookies. I know, right? ‘Cookies’ just doesn’t cut it, really. She really creates edible art. But anyway, the other night we were having one of those... Read More
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… on a ghost-y inn’s first christmas
So. I have a friend who has been asking me to share our most-recent ghost-y story, and I’ve promised her I would. I know. It sounds strangely Dickens-ian to... Read More
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… on risk and reward at christmastime
That is my first little dock tree… being snowed on in the late afternoon of yesterday. At high tide (that piece of knowledge will be important later). When I... Read More