We the people…

By all accounts, this political season has been brutal. As I prepare to cast my ballot this morning, I am less concerned with tonight’s results than I am with tomorrow’s response. My Facebook feed is filled with harsh images, doomsday language, and vitriol from both sides. It seems we’ve stopped supporting our individual candidates (maybe because they are both so flawed) and instead taken to villanize the other. Continue reading “We the people…”

Living well…

For far too much of my life, I’ve been pulled along by the needs and expectations of others. In this season, I want to be propelled by my own values and intention. I’ve spent so much of my life responding to the needs or wants of others, I feared I had lost my own inner compass. Continue reading “Living well…”

An adventure…

Sometimes I need a friend that will take me on the road. After weeks of pressure and stress, the excitement of the baby shower, and months of turmoil and change I needed a day away. My friend texted me on Friday and let me know that as the Cruise Director, she had scheduled a day away. Would I be interested? Of course I was. Continue reading “An adventure…”

Baby shower…

I didn’t have a baby shower before my first child was born. My family helped me pull together the pieces I would need for a nursery, and I brought my girl home to my mother’s house. I made it through those first days of motherhood surrounded by my mom, dad, and sister. Soon Grandmas were there to help as well. When that baby cried, a whole team responded. Continue reading “Baby shower…”

Friday nights…

We’ve never really been party people. Keith and I live far too near the end of the introvert scale to ever be able to handle the bar scene (far too noisy) or dance places (too much everything), or really any crowds. Besides, we had kids too early to have either the money or the time for such shenanigans. Over the years, Keith’s schedule has challenged even the notion of Friday nights. When other folks were ending their 40 hour week, Keith often began his on Friday and ended it on Sunday. Continue reading “Friday nights…”

Roast chicken…

I’m a pretty good cook, even if I do say so myself. It’s been a long hard road to get to a good place in the kitchen. When Keith and I first got married we lived upstairs in a two family home. After a long day of work, he would open the door at the bottom of the stairs and be greeted by the smell of roast beef or chicken, spaghetti, or other delectable meals. Then he walked up the stairs to our apartment, where I placed fish sticks and macaroni and cheese on the table. Continue reading “Roast chicken…”

Fresh herbs…

One of the best things about summer in New England is my herb garden. I began growing herbs long before I knew what to do with them, I wanted to be a person who cooked with herbs. Just to be clear, I also wanted to be a person who sipped herbal tea and loved wine. I am nothing if not a goal setter. Continue reading “Fresh herbs…”

Learning curve…

So, starting all over again is hard. I’m learning how to do new things. A lot of them. This week it feels like everything is new. And difficult. It’s hard to go from being an expert, the one who trains others, to the new kid learning what everyone else already knows. I don’t really like it.  Continue reading “Learning curve…”

Wind Swept Farm…

For years I’ve been trying to get myself together enough to go pick out a tree at one of those “you pick” places. It’s not quite the same as trudging through the mountains back home, but it’s close enough. Today, it was Kaitlyn’s plan to choose two trees and mine to find just the right tall skinny tree to sit in the corner of my great room. Continue reading “Wind Swept Farm…”