Southern friends, this one's for you. (And it is emphatically not a metaphor for anything.) Late last winter or maybe early spring, not sure, Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I were headed across the Connecticut River to a favorite little eatery over in Lyme for a pleasant cold-grey-day lunch. I was behind the wheel of my … Continue reading Bump in the Road
Handsome Chef Boyfriend
Don’t Hate Me…
...because I enjoy middle school humor. Recognize her? She's the Land O'Lakes lady, not to be confused with the chic who insisted "You call it corn; we call it maize" in the 1970s Mazola TV ad campaigns. This post last week by a blogger who sometimes makes me laugh so hard I almost pee my … Continue reading Don’t Hate Me…
Polar Vortex
Yes, it really is as bad as it seems. Looks like a five-year-old got into the yarn, huh? Or maybe the booze? Multiply by ten, and you're almost there. I remember an epic argument between my teenage self and my mama just before my senior year in high school. Take Home Economics, she urged; you … Continue reading Polar Vortex
Simple Gifts
Best Christmas present ever, from Clarence-the-Canine and Handsome Chef Boyfriend, who reported that it was no small thing to achieve doggie cooperation and do this more or less when I had my back turned. Stealth dogs, both. This is one ornament that will not be packed away, nor will the other two whimsical ballet-themed ones … Continue reading Simple Gifts
Quiet November Saturday: A Photo Essay
Finding peace is work. It takes effort--every single day--to keep pushing back the fear and worry that refuse to loose their grip on me since my solo mid-century reboot last August. And then there are beautiful moments of amnesty. Vermont has been good to me mainly; for the time being I come home to 180 … Continue reading Quiet November Saturday: A Photo Essay
When the moon lights the sky like a big pizza pie…
The end of another impossibly short weekend with Handsome Chef Boyfriend arrived at the crack of dawn this morning. Sigh. HCB has an endearing habit of showing up at my place bearing gifts; Friday night was no exception. Shortly after he arrived at my workplace to momentarily stick out his tongue at me through the … Continue reading When the moon lights the sky like a big pizza pie…
The Episcopal Church Welcomes [Some Of] You
Disclaimer: Episcopalian friends, Episcopal school friends, brutally honest sentiments herein are not aimed at you specifically. Keep reading. I am a "cradle" Episcopalian, as we say. I attended Episcopal schools during several of my formative years, and for what I gained there I am thankful. My ex and I had a huge role in founding … Continue reading The Episcopal Church Welcomes [Some Of] You
Sunshine on a Cloudy Day, and All That. (Beauty herein.)
Promised rain and chilly temperatures came to my corner of New England today, and so I did the only reasonable thing under the circumstances. The season's first pot of chili now sits on my stove. My little loft has been filled variously with the earthy aroma of boiling Mung and Azuki beans (gifts from Handsome … Continue reading Sunshine on a Cloudy Day, and All That. (Beauty herein.)
Little Tests, Big Tests
The last time I raced I injured myself badly. Waiting at the starting line I felt growing irritation for a pack of college kids who had clearly decided to run that day as an afterthought; I gathered from their jawing that they were not runners, and also that they had been at a kegger 'til … Continue reading Little Tests, Big Tests
Would you care for some butterfat with that, ma’am?
In my relatively brief tenure as a Vermonter, I have come to think of one product in particular as this state’s culinary identifier: cheese. I know, I know: maple syrup, right? Syrup, schmyrup. It’s everywhere in New England and everybody claims it as their own quintessential product. But who can resist the cheerful sight of … Continue reading Would you care for some butterfat with that, ma’am?
Sycamore Stories 