Photo by Deedee Morris We all get to that point after we’ve been doing life for some time, and giving it everything we’ve got, when we start to feel heavy, burdened, lost. Wondering how we will get the energy to take one step further on this journey we’ve been making for ourselves. Wondering where the… Continue reading A grown up’s lullaby
If you’ve been following along with me for a little while now, you would not be surprised that I am approaching 2018 with expectation. With hopes for new challenges to come my way. It is both an exciting place to be and a frustrating one. To have no idea what your role is in the… Continue reading Caramel lattes and advice for when you find yourself with no roadmap
Happy New Year! We celebrated in traditional parenting style, by staying home in our slippers. The boys ate chicken fingers and hashbrowns and after the ketchup had been wiped from their fingers and cheeks and hair, the crumbs swept, the stories read and lullabies sang, their little tired bodies plopped into bed, not even 8… Continue reading Hello, 2018
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
