Fred was Grampa’s dog. Well, I mean, we fed him and took him to the vets and stuff. But he was Grampa’s dog. It... Read More
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… on a phone stack inspired ramble
Yesterday we – Gabe, Sam, Disney-Princess-Avery, and I – headed over to Freeport-Maine-Home-of-LLBean-and-many-other-outlet-stores. And in between making Sam try on shorts, awaiting our approval, Avery’s search... Read More
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… on this happening
Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing... Read More
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… on clarity in the midst of bustling joy
The day before yesterday… was it the day before yesterday? I don’t even know. Anyway, one of the days before today, I was writing... Read More
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… on what (and when) we cannot see
A few days ago, we tumbled out of bed early to make the ferry to Monhegan Island. Mac, Jack, Klack, Lack, Nack, Ouack, Pack,... Read More
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… on breaking the news
Blaze – looking uncharacteristically disheveled as she blows her coat (big time) – seems to be taking the whole idea of going to hang... Read More
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… on a wedding garden
The Gardens have been in a bit of scramble around The Inn*, getting ready for their wedding debut. On Saturday. Ya. This Saturday. I... Read More
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… on independence (mine… okay and ours)
Sometimes in the midst of the everyday we find ourselves mired in the little picture and, if it seems grim, we believe in the... Read More
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… on the acting locally thing
Okay… I’ve given up. Maybe one day every single thing will be unpacked and put away… but strategy right now for the wedding is... Read More
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… on signs and flamingos, but mostly signs
It all started with a pink, plastic bird – one of those ones with funky metal sticks for legs, so you can stand them... Read More
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… on touching dreams
So… you know we moved to Maine. Well… I know I know I moved to Maine. No… it’s not the boxes still unpacked in my bedroom... Read More
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… on landslides and new landscapes
There’s this song that’s been following me around for about a year, maybe a little more. Creepily showing up at the oddest times, sometimes... Read More