I should have pruned my blueberries months ago, when the winter sun was just starting to rise higher in the sky. I should have broadforked my cut flower bed last fall, then seeded it to a winter cover crop so the soil would be nourished and easier to work this spring. I should have kept […]
Documentary filmmaker looking for Radical Homemaker stories
Do you have a story you’d be willing to share about your journey to become a radical homemaker? Do you want to be a radical homemaker but don’t know how to extract yourself from your job, medical insurance or way of life? Was it hard to learn what you needed to know to become a radical […]
Beer, Coffee, and The Great American Novel
I gaze out the side window as Mom drives me home from the train station. The girls are in the back. Bob rides with Dad. Technically, I’m still on vacation. I shouldn’t have to think about what she’s saying. I shouldn’t even have to listen to her. “I think we need to open the cafe […]
Ghosts or souls?
Apparently there’s not just a ghost in the basement. There seems to be more than one. “It’s like a room full of noisy children down there!” My friend Joellyn, a psychic, gave us the macabre news shortly after the cafe opened when she was coming by to purchase meats. “They’re harmless,” she assured me as […]
The Luxury of Necessity
I approached the start of this year’s homeschool season with reservation. Over the course of the summer, Bob and I seem to have each adopted yet another full-time job with the new cafe. Mondays and Tuesdays were supposed to be our days off, but they went toward receiving orders, bookkeeping, training, and catching up on […]
Do-It-Yourself Vs Corporate
I had just turned 39 when Bob and I decided that we would go to the Moab desert to celebrate my landmark 40th birthday. I have long dreamed of seeing Arches National Park. But first, I had to write a novel. So we aimed for heading out there on my 41st. But the novel was […]
Blackberries
I’m writing today to celebrate the blackberries. Bob and I have been lured into the brambles each morning on our daily walk these past two weeks, as we discover plump fistfuls hanging under the shadiest leaves. Our one hour ramble stretches out to two hours as we fill our fists, our cheeks, our hats, a […]
The Lost Chicken
It’s sometime after ten pm, and I’m running back and forth between the house and the car, looking for a chicken. I’m not sure if it is three days before opening day at the cafe, or two days before we open. I have stopped counting time. Time implies waking hours and sleeping hours. I’ve surrendered […]
The Woman by the Water
Bob and I are standing with our arms around each other’s waist, watching the morning sunlight flit across Mallet Pond. We walked a few miles to get here this morning. That’s the only way a person can get in to this section of the state land. It is one of the most beautiful places in […]
If I’d Only Known.
Saoirse and I are standing on a curb in front of a Starbucks in Albany amidst a sea of suits and cell phones. It doesn’t take long for me to find Steve, who we are waiting for. Steve Hoare owns Black Dome Press, a small, local, independent publishing house that focuses on books of […]
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