Summer Lovin'
I have lofty blog posts, planned, people. Lofty. Posts about the spaces I consider sacred and how they influence my writing, posts about character development and settings and plot, or the lack thereof. The problem is summer keeps getting in the way. Somehow, summer manages to have an abundance of time, and yet not enough hours.…
Garden Spells
Summer in New England is short and temperamental. The warm weather comes and goes in a flash, the sun visits and then retreats. It’s fickle and gorgeous and a season to appreciate but not to count on. Because we were away for two weeks, and then recovering for another week or so, I missed the…
Dia Dhuit!
I’ve been cheating on you, my pretties. Whilst you thought I was here, slogging away at the computer, I was actually there, eating scones with clotted cream, drinking pots of tea, and walking about the Irish countryside. You know all that stuff about how poetic the Irish are? It’s true. One rainy day, I asked…
House Keeping
Hello there! We interrupt this blog to bring you a few announcements. I’ve updated my News section (feel free to check and send it to all your New England friends!) but I wanted to let you know where you can find me this summer. On June 30th I’ll be at one of my favorite…
How Not to Lose
Last week, as I faced off against my ever cocky teenaged fencing opponent, it occurred to me: I was going to lose. Sadly, this is not the first time I’ve been graced with this epiphany. I have never been the speediest turtle, nor the most coordinated. Because I am old and crafty and gifted with…
Snark, Deleted
This was originally a snarky post to the driver who almost sent me into a ditch when I was out jogging this weekend, but cooler heads have prevailed. (Lady in the tan SUV, you can thank my husband. In the meantime, back away from the accelerator!) While I calm down, I’m sending you over to…
Wild Things
When my babies were little, they loved Where The Wild Things Are. On rainy days like today, we’d sometimes turn the living room into a forest, with topsy-turvy chairs and blankets to hide beneath, and stage our own Wild Rumpus. Max was baaaad, they said, and delighted in his misbehavior, and in the fact that…
Staring at the Sun
A writing board I am on is asking tough questions these days. Questions like ‘Why do you write?’ and ‘Will you stop writing if you don’t get published?’ (Usually the questions are more like ‘Does anybody want to meet for drinks on Friday?’ and ‘Who is hotter, James McAvoy or Daniel Craig?”) A few of…
Spring Has Sprung
It is spring, and the bloody bluebird, instead of laying eggs, is sitting on my bird feeder, gobbling up the grubs and then flying his fuzzy blue you-know-what off to someone else’s nesting box. (To be fair, the bluebirds DID begin a nest, but their nest has disappeared and a chickadee is happily building there…
Inside Out
When my daughter was born, I promised myself that I’d stand firm against the sea of plastic I saw other kids playing in. I wanted only handmade, beautiful toys for her, in the Waldorf tradition, made by elves who only ate organic food, drank milk from virgin yaks, and shunned sugar. We even went…
Best
Today, if you are lucky, you may meet the person who completely changes your life. That’s what happened to me, twenty-five years ago. Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.
The Bluebird of Happiness
Years ago, when we lived in Connecticut, our house overlooked a meadow. It was wide and grassy and bordered a copse of trees, the perfect habitat for birds. We’d put up a large bird house to attract purple martins, because we also had mosquitoes the size of eagles. And then one day when I was…