Not long ago during an afternoon break between job one and job two I sat in a quirky White River Junction coffee shop thinking about my Clarence-the-Canine, reflecting on images in my mind's eye of the unmistakable changes in his gait over the last few weeks. Then I did what you're not supposed to do: … Continue reading Knowing When
It takes all the running you can do…
...to keep in the same place.--Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland On a gorgeous summer morning several years ago my now-ex and I sat at a small sidewalk café in downtown Knoxville, our family’s Shiloh Shepherd Teddy Blue resting comfortably under the table. (A Shiloh, in case you wondered, is a giant breed with ties to the … Continue reading It takes all the running you can do…
Just click your heels together three times…
Have you ever awakened in the darkness and have no idea where you are? Once in a while this happens to me, more often than not of late. Is this my bedroom? Where? Wait, not Memphis--I have not lived there since childhood. Knoxville. Wrong again. I live in Vermont now. Am I in the cottage? No, I … Continue reading Just click your heels together three times…
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.)
The Final Straw
I wish I could enjoy with wild abandon the New England beauty around me, particularly now, during these dry, sunny fall days—these are good hair days through and through. But I can’t when I am preoccupied with Stressful Things because I am hard wired that way, dammit. A confessed linear thinker, I can be faulted … Continue reading The Final Straw
You’ve Been Chicked
Heard an NPR piece the other day on the use of the word chick as a verb, in the passive voice, as it appears on this here t-shirt. The context is athletics, where a woman outdoes a man in a sporting event: Dude, you just got chicked. As HCB's sister recently quipped, references to the female persuasion … Continue reading You’ve Been Chicked
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
Sycamore Stories 