Thank you, President Obama.
What makes me smile two days after Christmas? A new hat that fits over my frizzy hair and keeps me warm while on the beach collecting shells, sea glass, and making photos. ❤
Fresh rosemary plucked from my daughter’s hand as she was fussing over a pan of balsamic, garlic, and honey chicken. She volunteered to cook Christmas dinner as her gift to me. She was worried she couldn’t afford to buy gifts. Her academic course load was heavy this semester, I suggested she drop her campus job and focus on classes. She didn’t need to worry. I told her I’d only accept her gift of a meal if she was doing it… Keep Reading
Mulling spice from the organic cooperative market. One of our new traditions is making hot mulled apple cider for the holidays — Thanksgiving and Christmas. I pick her up from school, we grab two gallons of fresh apple cider from our favorite orchard, stop by the market for bulk spices, and head home to start the holiday festivities. It’s only been two years since we started this tradition, but I can’t imagine a time when we didn’t do it, as… Keep Reading
I prefer substance and story to shine, elegant cool tones to warm and bright (I rarely like gold). But this time of year I want the sparkle, layer upon layer of things that catch and bend light. Let me walk into any room of my house and find things that make my eyes dance and chase their shimmer.
During the solstice sunset, I was in the car driving with my daughter on the way home from college for winter break. I’d planned to pull over at one of the highway lookout points that provides views of the rural landscape to catch the day’s shift to night. I warned my family the night before: we were getting on the road before 11AM, returning books to the campus bookstore first thing, grabbing breakfast to go, spending no more than 20… Keep Reading
Traditions, old and new. Every year we decorate a gingerbread house for Christmas. It’s a task that begins with anticipation, spirals into my frustration and yelps when my gingerbread roof caves in or I break the icing bag tip and have to spread the icing with my finger, and ends in laughter and our eating a third of the candy sprinkles and dots reserved for the trim. I love it.
The wreath I made for autumn. I made a traditional wreath for the front door, but had more fun with this one. Nothing says Halloween season like red brocade ribbon and sugar skulls.
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
Homecoming weekend! Tailgating, s’mores making, theater performances, live chess match, cider pressing, and barely time to sleep. Of course no visit to see your kid is complete without the obligatory pose in the quadrangle for photographs in the cold rain.