There’s more snow on the driveway. Ya, I know. Shocker. Doesn’t it look all sweet and fresh and, oh, I dunno… Pure as the driven... Read More
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… on the mercy of a genius
I am an Apple fan. Love the products, love the marketing, love the cool and hip vibe of being one of those people who... Read More
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… on a crooked path toward a creative life
Yesterday afternoon, I was turning into my driveway, and the light was just right. My trusty camera was on the seat next to me.... Read More
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… on a sheepish husband and blind fred
Last night, the Nearly Perfect Husband came huffing and puffing into the Living Room. He was snow-covered and holding a shovel in his hand.... Read More
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… on a morning in chic and trendy dunstable
This morning we woke up to blue skies in Chic and Trendy Dunstable and, after dropping Self-Proclaimed Perfect Boy Gabe off at school, I... Read More
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… on a theory of relativity and ‘the great blizzard of 2015’
When we moved to Australia in 1995, ‘we’ were me, the Nearly Perfect Husband, First Born Mac (then 2 1/2) and Number One Son Sam (having... Read More
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… on when they get it right (ish)
This morning when we woke up, there was snow. Kind of a lot of snow. We had been hearing that it was coming. And... Read More
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… on a historic scientific experiment (who ya gonna call?)
If there’s somethin’ strange In yer big ol’ barn Who ya gonna call? Quantum Physics Repair Service! huh. That so doesn’t work. If there’s... Read More
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… good (frigid) morning maine
In Maine, my bedroom windows face a body of water known as Townsend Gut. I know, I know. I’ve said before that it’s not... Read More
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… on a quiet word to music parents (shhh, don’t tell!)
Okay. Firstly…. Breathe. It looks like little Johnny’s or Susie’s interest in the drums, or sax, or bass… Or guitar, or piano, or clarinet,... Read More
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… on journals and the phases of grief (for…journaling)
The other day a friend said to me something I have heard many, many times in my life. She said, “Well, you are really... Read More
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… on now that I can’t have it, I want it (a poem)
Oh where, oh where, is that new fallen snow? The stuff of romance, of winter’s big show The fluffy soft white stuff, that blows to... Read More