Week in Pictures

With all of the negativity, fear and anger out there in the media, I have made a commitment to not get sucked in, to not to be a part of the problem.  Hollering out one’s convictions without being open to hearing all sides never changed anyone’s convictions. Ever. I choose to dwell on what is rarely Read More …

Raging Spring Fever

Spring has brought on a raging case of GSD. Get Shicht Done. It’s weird. I am positively obsessed with garden and house improvements. This year I have started earlier because I want to get this vegetable and fruit gardening thing down. Ever since I had a kid, it seems important to me that I have Read More …

No, I Haven’t Dropped Off The Earth’s Face

Yeah, I know.  It’s been a few weeks.  Okay, a month.  Sorry. Except, that I’m not. What I am is rested.  And grounded.  And happy. I have always wanted to take a four-week hiatus.  Jet off to somewhere tropical (a.k.a. Kauai) or at least do something interesting.  Immerse myself in day-to-day realities without the distraction of There Read More …

Why Do I Get Up At Zero Dark Early?

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future” – J.R.R. Tolkien Thanksgiving Week slipped in here on the heels of kiddo’s birthday last weekend.  I struggled yesterday with writing a post, well, writing in general.  Fog brain?  Sick child?  Targeted holiday advertising hitting me at every turn on social media?  My profound Read More …

In The Company of Plants

Can a plant be company, I ask?  During 5am wake up calls, writing in near darkness any living being is company.  Em calls these new plants “girls”.  They tickled her face in the cart at Home Depot.  She wanted them to sit beside her on the way home.  And she even held one of their Read More …

The Tree House (the Shed formerly known as “She”)

There once was a boy who loved a girl.  One day he gave her a book filled with many home projects, both large and small, that could make her life beautiful. “Whichever project you chose, I will build for you,” he said. The girl looked through the book.  But her heart, blinded by the expectation of bath Read More …

Photo Meditation on Hope

This morning I stood in my garden and the clarity of light reminded me of that morning fourteen years ago when I watched live as the second plane hit the second tower. But I didn’t want to dwell on the darkness of that day, which ripped deeply into my psyche and wounded me with fear Read More …