Category Archives: spring


My quiet house has been transformed in the course of a couple of weeks between my younger son being here for a week and then Mr. C and Piper arriving for the summer just days later. I was a little … Continue reading

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Clinging to the Familiar

And now I understand something so frightening and wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.  – Mary Oliver I found a new to me Oliver quote here . The … Continue reading

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One Fine Saturday Morning

This week was a little goofy with weird coincidences and frustrating situations but the bright blue sky and almost wind free Saturday made up for all of that. My brain is a little spinny and playing show and tell will … Continue reading

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#throwbackThursday or that time I spent after prom behind a potted plant

My younger son is staring down the end of his sophomore year in college and his junior year in high school is a distant memory. But I will never forget my final hooray as a volunteer at a school function. … Continue reading

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Warning: TMI

The other night at dinner with friends Burning Man came up and my girl J asserted she would love to go for a few days. I nodded vigorously that I would be in for that just to witness the weird … Continue reading

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“Happiness” by Jane Kenyon

I’m offering up a poem that never fails to make me cry. Kenyon struggled with depression most of her short life. This is a love letter (of sorts) to herself on the nature of happiness.  “Happiness” —Jane Kenyon There’s just … Continue reading

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“The Percision”

“And when the body swoons, it is because the heart knows its truth.” Perhaps my newest favorite line in a poem.                “The Precision” by Linda Gregg~ There is a modesty in nature. In … Continue reading

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