Violet hills at gloaming – my shoulders shiver bare branches rattle extracting words, plucking butterflies from a stream black crow perches on a bone white branch watching ruffled lichens, like green ravioli, bloom on wet stone a curled leaf hangs from its barren brown twig- a bat, sleeping sun shines through naked trees, wintry patterns … Continue reading Haiku from November
Yesterday was our eight year old son’s special day*, where he got to pick a meal and a family activity for the day. Knowing his tendency towards lounging all day in PJs, I bribed him. I told him, “If you pick an active family activity, like, I dunno, hiking Dragon’s Tooth, I’ll make cinnamon rolls … Continue reading Boy declares Dragon’s Tooth “Best Hike Ever.” Mom agrees.
We signed a lease on a townhouse yesterday. Our house-sitting gig ends in November, so right around the time we’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving, and our son’s birthday, and our daughter’s birthday, and right there in the thick of the Christmas season, we will be moving! Sounds fun, doesn’t it? But we are thrilled because we … Continue reading Dear Diary,
Our Hurricane snow day was so fun I thought it deserved a second post, dedicated entirely to the food the kids and I made. First up is the homemade, from-scratch hot chocolate that apparently everyone I know, except me, knows how to make. And I can officially tell you now that hot cocoa packets are … Continue reading Snow Day Recipes – hot chocolate & two kinds of muffins
A customer came into Barnes & Noble today, Halloween. She looked awkward and bookish, a 20-something woman with dyed black hair in pig tails and barrettes like a six-year old girl, white knee high tube socks with red stripes at the top, and tape on her glasses. She came to the register and was practically … Continue reading Bookish
Growing up on the coast of Georgia, I’m no stranger to hurricanes. And after three years in Minnesota, I’ve become acquainted with snow as well. But a hurricane with snow? That I’ve never seen. Last night, as I lay in bed listening to the roaring wind, worried like I was during this summer’s derecho that … Continue reading Hurricane memories