Today I decided I would document my walk backwards from my mailbox. The air smells every bit of fall but still felt summery to me. This dairy barn across from the property where I am a squatter is long out of service, but its owner recently gave it a new roof to slow its demise. … Continue reading Grey Day
Beauty
Finding My Best Self
Rosh Hashanah--the Jewish New Year--began at sundown today. I am not Jewish, nor do I observe the Jewish New Year, at least not as an official adherent of the faith. But every single year I re-read this beautiful children's story, Gershon's Monster, on Rosh Hashanah. It is a universal story of redemption, and anyway this particular book … Continue reading Finding My Best Self
A Most Happy Ear Worm
On a day some time in the early 90s a song from The Most Happy Fella insinuated itself in my head as an earworm--you know: that refrain or tune you get in your head that will not leave you? The show had just enjoyed its second Broadway revival which is probably why I was thinking of … Continue reading A Most Happy Ear Worm
Travel Log: Maine Attractions
I know, awful title. But fitting after a birthday weekend in beautiful, coastal Camden with the King-o-Puns, my Handsome Chef Boyfriend. That happened weekend before last, a birthday gift HCB planned and handed to me with the admonition to put away my wallet. We had to move heaven and earth to make our little jaunt … Continue reading Travel Log: Maine Attractions
Living Small, Living Well: (Almost) Two Years of Handsome Chef Boyfriend
When Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I had our first delicate conversations in September of 2012, I told him that chefs are artists of the highest order of magnitude, to my way of thinking. I meant that. The two of us have so much fun with food--talking about it, finding, creating and playing with it, and … Continue reading Living Small, Living Well: (Almost) Two Years of Handsome Chef Boyfriend
Wednesday Morning
When I was a little girl my dad had a way of putting a positive spin on things during a challenging week. "It's Wednesday--Hump Day!" he would quip. "Friday will be here before you know it!" This rainy Vermont Wednesday morning the air outside is clean scrubbed. Inside a little of the the maple-cinnamon oatmeal … Continue reading Wednesday Morning
Saturday in Quechee Gorge: Photo Essay
If you hang out long enough near the swimming hole at the bottom of Vermont's breathtaking Quechee Gorge you will hear various languages spoken among the tourists. Yeah, it's a bit tourist trap-y, but it's an incredible geologic phenomenon; people come from all over (obviously) to see it. Which makes it all the more amazing … Continue reading Saturday in Quechee Gorge: Photo Essay
Finding Elusive Beauty
Last week I observed to someone how easily I can descend into a bad place when I think of my life’s recent milestones in terms of loss: family, home, livelihood. This happened to me more or less all at once about two years ago. And then just on the heels of venturing a thousand miles … Continue reading Finding Elusive Beauty
Sycamore Stories 