Still Searching
Around this time of year by way of its crisp and frosty air, carrying with it hints of citrusy aromatic Douglas fir and the woodsy vapors of rosemary on melting fat of a leg of lamb, I don’t feel like … Continue reading
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Little Yellow Luggy
Lately I have been giving much thought to the maligned mystery of the deficient acts of stewardship in our nest. Despite my endeavors in reminding all bears to step into their duties of a steward and curate their belongings, my … Continue reading
Abandoned
And so crumpled mornings eventually spiral into stray afternoons. I find myself deep into my latest project, seduced by the temptation to think the worst of people lately, I start to scrub the surface layered with almost fifty years of … Continue reading
Right By My Side
I spend a lot of time in my kitchen. A LOT. Prepping and creating three times a day is important to me, it’s important for all my bears even if they don’t appreciate it now, that they are nutritiously fed … Continue reading
The Home Within Us
With the spirit of giving still lingering in the air and a year-to-date in this nest, I still awake to catch my breath every morning in praise of our abiding nest—last year’s Christmas present and even more cherishable each day.With … Continue reading
Welcome to My Crib
Baby girl’s eyes are too big for her face and the world and I can’t wait for sleep to find her to kiss those shut black and long lashed eyelids. Every single night I pray and every single night I … Continue reading
Road Ends
or was it road closed that I read? It was staked at the edge of a cliff with the roaring sea below ready to engulf our scuffed and grazed Citroen rental. Really, yah think? Good thing we were looking far … Continue reading
Memories In My Laundry Room
Things, stuff, inanimate objects that festoon our nest and give us something to look at and at times something much more. Years ago, we purchased this piece of furniture.Impulsive perhaps as we didn’t know what we were going to do … Continue reading
In the Wind
As a child, I always wondered about how mail traveled. I witnessed our postman deliver the bundle of envelopes to us with sweat and toil on sticky summer afternoons, however, when we dropped it off at the post office, how … Continue reading
Baby It’s Cold Outside
So why don’t we stay inside and get crafty. Since ninety percent of our belongings are crated away in purgatory somewhere and we still don’t have a place of peace to call our own, I became inventive with a rusty … Continue reading
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