Today I want to write about what “home” is. This is a long meander. I’ve moved, I’d imagine, a not-unusual number of times for a woman of my age in the US, including twice (oops, now three times!) 1,900 miles… Continue Reading
I’m writing this on the summer solstice. I hadn’t realized it, but I should have. I’ve felt … something, some faint magic, shimmering in the air around me since last night. So, today I went and smudged my new rental… Continue Reading
The toughest part of packing for my upcoming move to Santa Fe, the part I kept putting off for weeks because of the enormity of it, the sheer complexity, was – nope, not my perfume. That was easy. I bought… Continue Reading
This is the emergence month of Brood X of the 17-year periodical cicada, one of the largest swarms in the world, and my area is a hotspot. Brood X is pronounced “Brood Ten” if you’re acknowledging the Latin enumeration, or… Continue Reading
As I dropped a big bag of Granny Smith apples into the refrigerator crisper, I thought to myself, I wonder if this is the last bag. That is, the last bag of Granny Smiths I will buy before my kids… Continue Reading
Hey, folks. So, I have news. In the next five weeks, my 18-year-old man-boys are moving out of the house and up to Portland, Maine and in with their older sister, we rented a bigger place for them (their sister… Continue Reading
I am so off track this week. LOTS of changes afoot (at work, and some complicated moving plans — details to follow.) It’s all … going to be great eventually, I think. Really. Just not able to go into details… Continue Reading