Some birthdays cannot be ignored. The notable number may vary by the person, but the effect is the same -- ground shifts. For me, it has been the year between 59 and 60, a frankly rough season that recently wrapped up. Thank you, Jesus. It is no mystery why 59 got to me as it… Continue reading On big birthdays, broken china and other parables
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Molting vs. empty nesting
“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick I threw my favorite dress away last night. It felt a bit disrespectful to leave it lying helplessly in the kitchen trash, its brown field and white polka dots crumpled next to… Continue reading Molting vs. empty nesting
A Life In Pieces
The mid-life lesson I'm learning from a winter's worth of frantic quilt completion is not about skill. As you can see, I have little. My stitches are free range and low on the count-per-inch chart. My seams rarely line up in proper fashion. No, the message in all those bits of fabric -- coming together… Continue reading A Life In Pieces
Serendipity & Sorrel
A whopper container on our deck has somehow become a buffet for wild things. It started out innocently enough as a pot full of violas and pansies. They were the first deck flowers of the growing season, strategically placed where I could see them from the kitchen window. As the garden marched into summer, however,… Continue reading Serendipity & Sorrel
My hair is long
It’s also rather wild at times. If the day were humid, my hair were freshly air dried and I could somehow rustle up a great deal of black leather I could slip into a 1980s tribute band without being noticed. This big-hair-don’t-care thing all started in late 2021. I was momming a household that included… Continue reading My hair is long
