Here are the samenesses between Monet and his gardens at Giverny and me and my gardens in Maine. *Monet and I are/were/who-knows-may-be-again humans. *Monet... Read More
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… on life marching
The truck is all packed. The last load of his clothes – mostly of which he brought down from his bedroom floor (yesterday) –... Read More
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… on hopetimism
I am an optimist. But not just an optimist. I’m an optimist who dances with hope on a regular basis. Smooshing it all together,... Read More
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… on kicking ‘but’
I grew up poor. Now. I recognize, very well, that ‘poor’ is relative. I was ‘that kid’ at school, with the dirty/ripped/stained/badly sized clothing... Read More
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… on stepping out with care
Today I headed out into the world, carefully and taking full advantage of hand sanitizer. Here is what I needed: Birdseed Tulips I know.... Read More
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… on my cup and the new year
The other day I shared a meme on my personal Facebook page. Wait. Short diversion here… To be honest, I’m not sure where the definition... Read More
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… on an awakening
There is something wondrously cool about Wait. Just to be all kinds of honest and authentic, that – up there ^ – is not... Read More
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… on looking up
When the writer Anne Lamott was 48 hours away from becoming sixty-one years old, she wrote down “every single thing I know as of... Read More
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… on small boats in big seas
I love this picture. A storyteller, an audience. Chirps and bleeps and ringtones absent. Distracting screens and crowds replaced by the quizzical faces of... Read More
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… on plumbing (and the power of money)
Yep. That is the Nearly Perfect Husband up there. On a lobster (lob-stah) boat. In the midst, and mist, of a very windy and... Read More
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… on dingle diner, expanded
This morning, after putting out food and fresh water at the newest incarnation of Dingle Diner (and announcing that breakfast was served), only little... Read More
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… on the totally extraordinary ordinary
And there it was. A tomato, peeking out from behind a velvety green leaf. Red. Ripe. Ready. And me? Well, I was dancing. Alone... Read More