Grocery shopping on Xanax.
It’s not like shopping hungry. There was no inner debate about the merits for including snacks and items I hadn’t intended to buy. (Actually, I didn’t even pull the list out of my pocket.) Continue reading Exaggerated Sense of Well Being
From this pile of fabric and brick-a-brack to Petit Four (or Bon Bon, some say).
Our krewe theme; Just Desserts. Weather was the same as last year, 35 Fahrenheit and windy, so that cool, sparkly bodice was replaced with a sweater and lace top. Continue reading New Orleans, Mardi Gras week
Well, enough people have asked after this recipe, that it merits a pub. I made these Baked Alaska bites for a finger-food party. I’m glad I took pictures. For a good turn out, give yourself enough time (at least four days in my case) and a spacious, cold freezer. A cool room to work in would be bonus. Continue reading Flaming Igloos, the recipe
Last Monday I walked into my old co-op for groceries and in addition to filling out my list I was gifted a bounty of veggies and fruits.
This is all cull. Continue reading Pepper Jelly and Applesauce
Name ten things that can be done with a stick. I bet you can name twenty, even forty. The list, when you think about it, would be endless. But we don’t have that kind of time. Let’s start off with these.
Dig. Plant. Herd.
Shelter. Cook. Carve.
We’re tool makers. It’s what we do, have always done. Since the first bi-pedal perambulator wrapped her phalanges around the offshoot of a large, woody perennial. We survive because we are human. We thrive because of our environment. We became the first musical instruments expressing our gratitude to the Earth. Continue reading Sticks
Daughter. Mother. Grandmother. Devoted and doting.
Former high school classmate. One-time boss.
Lover of the frenetic. Adopter of strays.
Friend. Kick-ass Scrabble player.
Jean, is gone. Gone. Gone.
Yesterday morning I cried in my oatmeal as I reckoned with the Continue reading Life Unfinished
Parked. Landed. Unfurled and unpacked. I have these few days pause between reunions. My heart is still pounding with joy, my head is filled to overflowing with memories. Hard to get a good night’s sleep but I must. A few days, here, to settle with some business, before slipping a short distance south for my first Vision Quest. Continue reading Holding Down the Everyday
On this new moon I am camping in the hills of southeastern Pennsylvania. The state park is quiet and still, maybe because this is a Monday nearing the end of summer. I imagine most camping families have begun putting away their adventure gear in favor of backyard maintenance, getting ready for school, and attending the last weddings and reunions of the season. I am heading to a reunion as well. Continue reading Alone, Yet Not Alone
The leaving seems always the natural extension of being on the road.
This Monday, after the last fair weekend, is gentle with the sounds of dismantling and packing. Yet the grounds are quieter than usual, the lighter travelers having already left. Over the weekend we’ve talked of the next landing places, and said our ‘see-ya-laters’. Hugs and smiles exchanged, greetings and good tidings to be passed along. Continue reading Leaving and Arriving
Humans are an animal possessed of ingenuity. For whom
hope drives and fears paralyze.
Lack of heartfelt connection breeds focus on pain. A void of purpose
never filled, Continue reading When Easy isn’t Easy