Month: January 2014

Eastward Ho! Part I

Almost four years ago now, my partner (now husband) and I found ourselves in the unenviable position of moving to the East Coast.   For us, the timing of the move was not something we had expected.  In fact it was years sooner than… Continue Reading “Eastward Ho! Part I”

Buck Flack Friday!

You shouldn’t hate anything but…I hate ‘black friday.’ I despise the consumerism and mania that it encourages.  I find it abhorred that the nation can deftly vacillate from heartfelt appreciation for the things we have- to unabashed and rapid accumulation of new things.  Things… Continue Reading “Buck Flack Friday!”

My hands…

Have never known a manicure or file. And they are bitten rather than clipped. They have been painted less times than there are fingers to paint. In many places they are more scar than skin. The fingers on the right appear to have been… Continue Reading “My hands…”

This isn’t a post. it is a cry for help.

Just in case I am found dead in our house, tied up with yarn and covered with small puncture wounds and scratches- you will know what happened. Luna did it. I am beginning to suspect that our cat, Luna blames me for winter.  This… Continue Reading “This isn’t a post. it is a cry for help.”

Egg craft do’s and don’ts-how can even unborn chickens be such a pain the ass?

It’s has been a couple weeks since I started down the egg paved road of Pysanka and I am no saner now than when I started.  But that train may be on a one way track no matter how I pass my time. I have… Continue Reading “Egg craft do’s and don’ts-how can even unborn chickens be such a pain the ass?”

Dead things in mail, Camping with Team Squeam and the Wonderful World of T’n’A

The sun warmed my face and the sandy wind stung my skin all at the same time, I tasted salt and inhaled the sea.  The surf resounded inside my head like empty sea shell waiting for new purpose.  The feeling of home these things… Continue Reading “Dead things in mail, Camping with Team Squeam and the Wonderful World of T’n’A”

How sad that little girls don’t dream of becoming stepmoms when they grow up

Here I am the same as before, but different in every way. Me, wanting to be there for them every second, but knowing full well such things are impossible. I have to let go everyday. Every morning when I wake up and they are… Continue Reading “How sad that little girls don’t dream of becoming stepmoms when they grow up”

Ode to my sister or an elaborate excuse to tell a funny puke story. You decide.

The Little One One of my earliest memory from childhood is of playing on the floor by an old wooden lamp stand we had in the living room.  My parents came into the room and towered over me, backlit by the bank of windows… Continue Reading “Ode to my sister or an elaborate excuse to tell a funny puke story. You decide.”

When life gives an ‘arctic blast,’ make a wicked dirty Maine-tini and repeat till warm.

Supplies: A night without kids, snow and a mason jar. Recipe: 1……………………. jar of tightly packed, fresh Maine snow 1/2 jar…………..…olive juice 3……………………olives 1/2 jar …………….cocktail onion juice 2………………..…..cocktail onions Add as much vodka as necessary (I would not presume to tell you how much to… Continue Reading “When life gives an ‘arctic blast,’ make a wicked dirty Maine-tini and repeat till warm.”

The closest I’ll ever get to writing a love poem

To all those who have never fallen in love. Never tripped over your own soul to be swallowed by another’s. For all the people that have contrived meetings, set forth guidelines to follow safely into planned monogamy. For those who think they have fallen… Continue Reading “The closest I’ll ever get to writing a love poem”

Eggs, eggs, the magical fruit… Fruit that comes from a chicken’s butt

During the winter I love the excuse to make random things and try new crafts.  My sewing machine has gotten a ton of use the past few weeks and the dogs are getting pretty sick of the racket so I decided to try something… Continue Reading “Eggs, eggs, the magical fruit… Fruit that comes from a chicken’s butt”

The swell (how life works from the perspective of a surfer’s daughter)

The Swell Again and again I tread the same water passing it over my body and going nowhere, suspended between what is and what is to be. Then change comes as a wave out of the abyss consuming everything. Shifting your entire bodily universe… Continue Reading “The swell (how life works from the perspective of a surfer’s daughter)”

Corn starch and chicken blood; this isn’t your mother’s chicken soup recipe.

Ok, technically it is not a recipe for soup at all.  Actually it has more to do with keeping our chickens out of the dinner pot than getting them in there. Unfortunanelty one of the things you have to worry about with a larger… Continue Reading “Corn starch and chicken blood; this isn’t your mother’s chicken soup recipe.”

How can I tell?

Am I beautiful? How can I tell? I could look for the answer in the mirror to see what I need to cover up. I could give myself a number either off a scale or tag. I could look at the the beautiful people… Continue Reading “How can I tell?”

It is not always about honey and eggs, some days are filled with bee shit and chicken blood

Taking advantage of the momentary warm up I went out to check on the hive’s honey supply.  If it gets too low we will have to install a candy board (big block of sugar) to supplement the food for the little buzzers. As I… Continue Reading “It is not always about honey and eggs, some days are filled with bee shit and chicken blood”

Life at the top of the mountain

Life is wonderful. Whether you take the time to realize it or not. To truly look around and see creation, life, living as it is, is a symphony to behold. The harmony of sky and sea, mountain and sun can not be accurately inscribed… Continue Reading “Life at the top of the mountain”

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