My Blog
The Right Consistency
I learned exactly zero domestic skills from my mother. It wasn't due to her lack of trying to impart them. With a needle and thread, she crafted quilts, clothing, and toys. With a few things from the pantry, she whipped up deliciousness nightly. She could fold...
The Bunny Trail
It's time for more chocolate. Valentine's Day has begun to blur in distant memory, and Christmas stocking loot has long since been picked over. With the long span of desolation before Halloween's bounty, enter The Easter Basket. Jelly beans, Peeps, plastic eggs...
Things That Wash Ashore
Lots of people I know like to go to the beach but won’t get in the ocean. Things with teeth live there where you can’t see them, they say. Or things that sting or pinch. The undertow, the waves, the rocks beneath the breakers. All true. I was in the ocean in North...
Hobby Horse
For Mother's Day several years ago my family gave me a manure spreader--because nothing screams "mom" like a device for waste management. Despite probably having some deep subliminal meaning that I chose to ignore, it was actually exactly what I had asked for. The...
Tides
I’ve been watching the tides at the beach this week, the relentless ebb and flow onto the shelly, sandy shore (say THAT three times, fast). When you’re lazing on the sand, propped up with a book and cold drink, the sea’s rhythm soothes and caresses like a mama with a...
Houdini
After four girls in a row, in the early 70's my parents finally had a son, who immediately shook sense into them and put an end to their creation of offspring. This small, blonde, slightly pigeon-toed child gave wet kisses and had trouble saying his "L's" so he could...