This wrapped box contains a secret. A Christmas gift for my love. Something decadent, something desired, something to fill his heart and his belly with comfort and joy. It is a matcha tea set complete with bamboo whisk, white porcelain bowl for mixing, and a sterling silver spoon that’s the exact measure tea masters say is required for the perfect scoop of matcha. Also, there are three small packs of matcha in three flavors: mint, chocolate, and plain. The perfect… Keep Reading
Day 9: Best Day of 2016 My best day wasn’t a day of celebration or turning point of any kind. It was random September day, the first day of classes for of my daughter’s sophomore year. She was all moved in to the dorms, supplies secured, and I was tucked away in a Bed and Breakfast 10 miles from her campus. I stay in town for a week after dropping her off to write and go for long drives and… Keep Reading
This is my favorite photo of 2016 not just because it’s of my daughter, but because it captures her disposition. The day I took this picture of her, we were aimlessly wandering the lighthouse jetty. She was happy to be home from school for a short break and I was happy to have the time with her, if only for a few days. I told her to sit, stood over her and asked she look up at the camera. Those… Keep Reading
When the month began, I thought we would see the country usher in the first woman president. By month’s end, I was grieved to see so many examples of the cruelty of mankind. November has been a fever in a year hostage to the crackle and sizzle of a slow-burning fuse. Self care was vital. Each day seeking out that which gives me joy. Holding close those I love. Praying I made a positive impact somewhere, anywhere. Still, I am… Keep Reading
Water always calls to me. The solitude. The romance. The constant churning of earth beneath the tide. Every important thing in my life is, or has been, a characteristic of the sea: my daughter, a small sea bird; my brothers, bright sturdy boats; my father, a lighthouse; my mother, a mooring; my lover, a fisherman; and myself a mermaid. These roles shift over time, but unlike the shoreline they never erode. These are the people who anchor me.
You are shopping for a hat for your boyfriend because it will be cold soon and his favorite one is threadbare. You are shopping for a hat for him when you find yourself standing in front of a display shelf staring down two options: a loosely-woven beanie in black or in beige. Your instinct is to grab the sleek, elegant black hat, but you know he enjoys evening and early mornings walks when the light is best for photographing the… Keep Reading
Beneath the thinning ice A small streamlet flows; Spring is made of my heart. She’s a fighter. Not a brute or a bully, but determined, resolved, purposeful. Water flowing around rock, slowing jagged edge into something level, smooth, a way through. She’s a fighter. Not a clamor, but a quiet hopefulness. She didn’t walk until she was ready and then she stood, unassisted, and walked from the family room into the kitchen. She didn’t talk until she had something to… Keep Reading
O. Daddy. Yesterday was long.
What does she wear to the harbor to fetch her fisher man?