“He went through my bag,” Vivian tells me. “Right there. In the store.” She’s perched at the cafe counter. She’s just coming up from the city, and she’s pulled in to the cafe before she even goes to her house. Bob makes her a burger while we sip tea. This is the first day […]
Before I go…
Dear Friends; Thank you, one and all, for a wonderful blogging season. Last week was my final weekly essay of the year. From here on out, I’ll be retreating into winter to work on my newest book. But wait! Before I go, I want to talk to you about something special that’s happening this winter. My […]
Too tired to cook?
That’s when good nutrition matters most. Sap Bush Hollow is now offering frozen foods: Just heat and eat, and be nourished and restored. The average price of 4 meals at McDonald’s is $50.00 In exchange you get – empty calories And you generate – 1.5 pounds of trash for each meal For almost half the […]
Goodbye, Neighbor
“It’s 4:04! Make a wish!” Ula interrupts our conversation as we walk the dogs through the state land to announce the alignment of hour and minutes. These are auspicious moments, she has assured me, and unlike shooting stars or birthdays, they happen once every hour. The day is rife with opportunities for wishes. I’ve used […]
For All Souls
Bob and I have had a special tradition since 1999. In 2013 I wrote about it. This coming week, we’ll be celebrating again. I hope you all find similar freedom and joy in your hearts this week. Every November first, I wake up early. I do not check for messages, or sit down to write. I […]
Puppies & Kids
Three walks between 3:45 and 5am and still she pees on the rug behind my desk. The newest member of our household is a six-week-old border collie-blue healer cross. Her name is Kit, and daily she reminds me that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. And yet she’s the third dog in […]
Swords & Pens
“The pen is mightier than the sword.” It was an odd bit of Shakespeare for a farmer/reproductive physiologist to quote to his daughter. I’m not sure when I first heard those words from Dad. It may have been in kindergarten, when I clobbered a bully on the head with my lunch pale. Spoken words had […]
Hurricane
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It’s September. I want to write about New England Asters and their gracious willingness to sprout up beside goldenrods; about gazing at them from a pond’s edge, finding endless joy in their electrifying color. I want to write about my first mouthful of buttery-bright delicata squash; or the quiet hum as homeschooling reclaims our house; […]
FLUSHED: When parenting dogma goes down the toilet
Bob and I took the girls backpacking in the Adirondacks this week, so I didn’t get a chance to write a post. That said, my brother and his wife are expecting their first baby later this fall, and as a result I’ve been thinking a lot about this story I wrote back in the spring […]
The Perseids
I was seventeen when I discovered the shooting stars. I was so enthralled that my best friends from high school, Jonathan and Louigi, fellow band geeks, came up to the farm. We spent an August night in our sleeping bags on the hillside behind the barn, watching the Perseids, trying to think of ways […]
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