My heart fits here Between fog and air Over quiet coves And on waters where The cormorants dive And the ospreys soar While the eagles watch From a distant shore... Read More
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… on what lies beneath
If you are a long time reader, you know my Childhood was far from perfect – not perfectly bad… but complicated enough for it to be pretty cocky in the knowledge... Read More
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… on the complexity of ‘all you need is love’
Sailboats are more about knots than nets, so you’re going to have to bear with me. The other day I was messaging with a friend in that very cool, smooth,... Read More
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… on a choice
‘What’s happening with the world, my dear’ The Rose asked as she shed a tear And wavered in the sea’s soft breeze Awaiting my attempt to please By combing through my... Read More
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… on monhegan
When I am in Maine, I live on an island. Without a boat. I don’t even know how to ‘boat’, which is one of those words that I absolutely... Read More
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on empty chairs
It is an odd thing, this sandwich generation thing. The kids are off on their new adventures, and my dictatorship is starting to crumble. I never even had the time... Read More
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… on moving considerations
This season in Maine began earlier, and more hustle-y and bustle-y, than any of my seasons here that I can recall. And it has been mostly really good hustle-y and... Read More
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… on #unsungflungdung
I was talking to someone last week and she said that some of my quippy-ness would translate fantastically to Twitter (a very supportive human, she is). And I just... Read More
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… on the a**hole
Remember when we had our soft opening at The Village at The Old Southport Inn a couple of weeks ago? I know, I was wicked excited too. And it... Read More
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… on an early morning challenge
Okay, no. It’s not a selfie. But… When I’m in Maine, I wake up early. No, not kind of early. I’m talking sometimes 4:20 a.m. early. The Inn* faces east…the... Read More
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… on a birth
Shhhh… I know, I didn’t want to gross you out first thing. Some people don’t like pictures of a birth… with all the lady parts and fluids and stuff….... Read More
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… on the first return (and having faith)
The flowers in Maine – from peonies to roses to poppies to I-have-no-idea-what-so-many-are-called… Anyway, all of them. They remind me to have faith. Having no major gardening in my own, nor... Read More