It took me ten years and two tries, but I’ve finally done it. I have finally read Moby Dick. I don’t know why this was the one classic that I felt I could not miss, despite trying once and giving up after about 200 pages. Maybe it’s because I grew up on the Atlantic coast … Continue reading Slogging through Moby Dick
Summer turned to fall here in Blacksburg last Saturday, with the temperature dropping 15 degrees in an afternoon. The air is crisp, like autumn apples, and I’ve heard that coffee sellers have put the pumpkin spice latte back on the cafe menu. Mmmm, pumpkin spice latte…. In celebration of the gorgeous autumn here in Appalachia … Continue reading Gaia pumpkin spice soap
I’m not sure if I made it clear in any of my previous posts, but I have arrived in Virginia for the summer with our two kids and no husband. He’s still finishing up his work in Minnesota, and the kids and I came early for a house-sitting gig that we just could not pass … Continue reading The thing I dreaded most
I awake deep in the night; moonlight bathes the garden emerald leaves flutter, gentle in morning light; warm waft of coffee soft sighs in the treetops swell and recede – a gathering breeze squirrels chatter and chirp, tossing gnawed hickory husks from high branches a white butterfly alights, shady maple leaf cool on its feet … Continue reading Haiku from the Porch
When I looked toward this summer back in the spring- looking forward to a summer of not working, not scheduling, not having anything that absolutely had to be done except eating and wearing sunscreen – I saw an expanse of potential. Potential reading, writing, playing with the kids. Most importantly, potential for figuring out what … Continue reading What to do with this butterfly mind
We have not had a dull moment since we moved to Blacksburg two weeks ago. It’s summer vacation and we are living it up. Already we have been to free concerts on the lawn at Virginia Tech, a free children’s theater production of Go Dog Go (also on campus), eaten homemade mint chocolate chip ice … Continue reading Like the Halloween Blizzard of ’91
Butterfly Mind 