I wish for my daughter, who is 20 this year, to grow into the ability to make her own joy. My bookish girl comes alive in the embrace of family. She is a sensitive soul and prefers kindness to confrontation. Those traits go under appreciated in the world and while I hope for universal peace, I realize humans are flawed and tend to self interest so that ideal is unlikely. What is likely is taking life as it comes once… Keep Reading
This, during a walk through the botanical gardens at my daughter’s school.
Statue of Massasoit overlooking what is designated as the site of Plymouth Rock.
My eyes, around which freckles gather to gossip about my poor sleep habits.
My favorite Williams-Sonoma glass teapot filled with loose tea and a few of the blueberries we picked from the farm a day before. No cup of tea would be complete without the company of my favorite ragdoll, Abigail Louisa.
I am not content unless I am reading so it’s impossible to choose just one book as a favorite. I do have a few that are/have been my favorites at various times. I think some stories come into our lives when we need them most. Right now, and since March 2011, my favorite novel is The Seas by Samantha Hunt. I read it because it was longlisted for the Orange Fiction Prize (now the Bailey Women’s Prize) and as it… Keep Reading
Carefree black girls grab joy by the bra strap, go the way of the wind, spirited by the photography challenge prompt: bicycle. They take Saturday, comb towns on the Cape in search of a bicycle to photograph. Not just any bike, an interesting bike, one with a story, or more to the point, one that inspires one to imagine its story. During the search, they stumble into a bookshop and local author signing. They find books, write the titles of some… Keep Reading
I live in a small cottage by the sea. A washashore, two years now, on loan from the cold water Pacific, I pray this bay remains kind. I have more windows than rooms, more books than shoes, more teacups, mismatched and chipped, than hours in the day, and a sea, a few steps from my door, that rises twice daily to greet me. I live in a small cottage with freshly painted shutters that rattle with each passing storm; doors… Keep Reading
I share a driveway with a preservation society and their side of the property line boasts an award-winning English garden. They invite us to enjoy the grounds at our leisure. I like to visit after close, late in the day when all the visitors have gone home and the bees and wasps are less of a nuisance. This particular day I walked the maze of flowers to get to the old shade tree where it is dark and quiet and… Keep Reading
August Break Day 2: Gold This isn’t just any gold unicorn horn, it’s a talisman perched atop a delightful cake for my daughter’s 20th birthday. As a mermaid, I’m no stranger to magic, but it’s a joy to watch my girl come into her full young woman-unicorn self (next week she may be a sweet blue-feathered bird singing in the rain for love and toasted granola, she does that). I’m participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break photo-journaling challenge. And it… Keep Reading