When we bought the house in Maine, more than a decade ago, and set to work on renovating it, one of the places we left virtually untouched was the... Read More
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… on found stuff (and evening the score)
Dear Sam, I know! Cool right?! It’s a mousetrap! There are five little holes drilled in the side, beneath each steel thing-a-ma-bub. You push the do-hickeys down, insert the cheese in... Read More
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… on coming back (sexy back)
Achilles tendons are dicks. No seriously. They are not nice and friendly tendons, they are fakers. Hanging out, on the back of your feet, quietly doing their jobs until... Read More
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… on ‘the other’ body of water
I don’t know if I’ve ever shared pics of the ‘other body of water’ on our street in Maine, which is kind of odd because two bald eagles hang... Read More
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… on warm rocks
So there is this cool thing that happens outside the Maine house in the early spring, when the ice isn’t very thick in our cove. And guess what? Mother... Read More
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… on the absence of mom-credit
Recently I sent Number One Son Sam a text, accosting him with my love… And, being a dutiful son, he acknowledged my message within a reasonable amount of time… with... Read More
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… on life’s strangeness and wonder
Even when I’m ‘okay’ with someone leaving, whether in life or in death, there is still pondering necessary. That noodling that happens when I hang out with Hither and... Read More
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… on renovating and mistakes (and recovering from them)
I absolutely love renovating. Redecorating. Heck, just moving things around is a lot of fun. I know, sounds trite right? But there is something about shifting and changing and... Read More
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… on readying for a storm
Fires set In fire spaces Food just home From food stuff places Rumbling down The back staircases ShepHerds dream Of snowy chases My eyes spy The first flake’s traces Landing... Read More
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… on a ride home in the snow
Yesterday morning I awoke to find my world was turning white. I have to tell you – but please keep it quiet because I know not everyone felt the... Read More
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… on death and peace
A very long time ago, Little Me approached the front door of my father’s house. I’ve mentioned this before. He had missed a few visits… And a few child... Read More
