The house should have meant nothing to me. She shouldn't have mattered to me at all. It wasn't like I had any real connection to her, unless you count the hours I spent looking at the real estate listing photos during the eighteen months she was for sale. But I think we can all agree … Continue reading Shell House
It is the second day of spring, a season for which, year after year, I fall hard and fast in love. But the only thing falling hard and fast today is the snow. Even the 10-day forecast looks dismal, in spite of the cheery delivery of the pregnant meteorologist who somehow still looks gorgeous on TV. Bitterly, I … Continue reading Spring snow (or, My life as a Hygge-not)
“There’s something about the stillness of the stone,” my friend had said, seeming to understand immediately my stammering explanation of why we’d bought the old place. She was just the sort of New Age friend who would say such a thing, so I ought not have been surprised. I was though, just the same, surprised and pleased … Continue reading The stillness of the stone
I am an old house person. To clarify, it is the house is in this sentence is old, not the person. It's not that I'm not an old person; I absolutely am, as evidenced—and rather unkindly harped upon on a daily basis, I might add—by the magnifying mirror I had installed in my bathroom when I was … Continue reading Wavy glass
When the first chill comes—even when it is long overdue, when we have been on delightful late-summer borrowed time for weeks, when we know we cannot in good conscience complain—even then, when it comes, some of us get a little weird. It doesn't help that Daylight Savings Time is a bandit, stealing our beloved afternoons, … Continue reading Taking stock
We're in the dog days now, folks. I mean, we're in late July, so I can only assume that Sirius, the "dog star", is now rising before the sun, signaling the beginning of the hottest and - according to the Greeks and Romans and many of us modern day folks too, if for different reasons - … Continue reading Everything I need to know I learned from my dog
I took the huge cardboard box down from the attic. It was the first time in decades that I'd really looked at it, even though we'd moved it several times, even though I had always known exactly where it was: behind the Halloween costumes, next to the sole surviving box of craft supplies. The box was covered … Continue reading Out of the box
I had left my day job, and was looking forward to a summer schedule, but I also knew that writers need structure, and that I very much need structure, or nothing gets done. I was looking for a way around that, when I thought of the #52for52 thing. I love writing so much when I'm … Continue reading Ants on a blog
“There’s something about the stillness of the stone,” my friend had said, understanding immediately my stammering explanation of why we’d bought the old place. She was just the sort of New Age friend who would say such a thing, so I ought not have been surprised. I was, though, just the same, surprised and pleased that she’d … Continue reading The stillness of the stone
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