A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. (The Journey of the Magi, T.S. Eliot) We woke this morning to a beautiful dusting of snow on the ground. The… Continue reading When the ways are deep
We brought our tree home to decorate last weekend. The four of us unwrap ornaments, de-tangle lights, as the Christmas music plays through the speakers. All of us working to keep the toddler from getting hold of the glass ones (though as it turns out my husband is the one to break one, not the… Continue reading Trees and such
As I sit here to write at the bar in my kitchen, I’ve got to stop every few minutes to sneeze, blow my nose, add to the pile of crumpled kleenexes tossed about me. My stomach is growling as I wait for the eggs to boil for lunch. The kids and I have just returned… Continue reading This is what we have to do
Last year my husband came home with a sailboat. Well, he came home with the news that he had bought a sailboat, the actual boat he had moored just a 40 minutes drive from our house, in the cove at the bottom of my grandmother’s property in Chester. My husband took to sailing very quickly,… Continue reading On finding home, your safe and solid ground
“To love someone fiercely, to believe in something with your whole heart, to celebrate a fleeting moment in time, to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees – these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain. But, I’m learning that recognizing and leaning into the discomfort of vulnerability teaches us how… Continue reading Showing up
Ahh motherhood. It’s the easiest thing for me when I’m trying to do nothing else. It becomes the hardest thing when I am trying to do absolutely anything else. (Any woman who, before becoming a mother, could make a pie in her sleep and then attempts this with her baby around knows the struggle I’m… Continue reading On making and mothering
It all started a few weeks ago when I woke up on a Monday morning feeling sick. If you’re a mother of little ones you’ll know all too well the next thought that ran through my head, which went something like this: Nooooo, not today. Not on a day when my kids are home with… Continue reading A sick day, a hair dryer, and thoughts on a life well lived
