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 his ex and him had agreed when they split.  He woke…

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 we are convinced we have to get NOW, why?  Mostly because…

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 badly broken long ago, though they never were. They often spend…

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 could become a problem.  At first I thought she was just…

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 drink or not drink) There you have it. Crank up the…

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 but never had to sacrifice for it. How I envy their balance,…

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 that surround; compare and see what I should change. I could…

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 in anything less than itself. These words are but hollow reflections…