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Sunday, January 23, 2022

I Need to Write My Way Out of This Corner

Above: That looks like an interesting book about a woman who used her words--and, it turns out, loved flowers. Link here to Literary Ladies Guide. 

I must use my words, my mind. Adjectives, adverbs, colors, shapes, details. I must use my words as a painter uses her palette and brushes.

I must use my words.

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Up, Up and Away to a Pillow in the Sky

Story I wrote for the winter issue of aspire design and home magazine. Aspirational, inspirational destination.

Photography by Patrick Sordoillet. Styling by Stephanie Boiteux-Gallard. Interior Design by Sylvie Crochet. Architecture by Agence D’Architecture Buchart.

Thank You for the Sugar from Above

Thank you for snow, a clean, new sift, a freshly laundered coverlet for our tired earth. Thank you for seeing M and A across the street, all bundled up, leaving with their Dad for the schoolbus this morning. Thank you for trees and birdhouses. Thank you for the fence post and the fire pit and for Dan being by my side. Thank you for the daffodil and tulip bulbs I tucked deep in a planter before the first frost. Their beauty will emerge, and so will ours. So has ours.

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

A Cup of Coffee & a Group of Moms ☕☕

On Wednesday mornings, I sign onto Zoom at 10 a.m. to meet with two to five other mamas....we practice and talk about The Nurtured Heart Approach to parenting (see link below). Sometimes I don’t want to show up. I’d rather rest or watch TV or get to work or take a walk.  

But it helps.

Dan and I also did a required Nurtured Heart Approach training series a couple of years back.

It is a gift to listen to the other moms and to get their feedback. They offer graceful, funny and wise perspectives. (And while I have raised two girls, they each have several children.) But now I really do have to do other things. I left the call at noon and have been occupied since....


Sunday, January 16, 2022

Wish I Had/Glad I Did 🍊🍊 


  • I had taken a short walk, even tho it was frigid.
  • Ordered the eggplant parmigiana plate from Sparo’s in town today--it’s Dan’s favorite and I got it for him. On a January Sunday, sharing an Italian sub with Skipper felt like an ill fit, not like digging into comforting eggplant with small-batch marinara.
  • I knew whether hibernating bears 🐻 feel lazy when they carb up for the winter. Circle ⭕️ of life and seasons and all that, but I feel sluggish and couch 🛋 potato-y. Cabin-feverish.


  • I got out at all, by 4 p.m., and interacted with the nice young woman at Dry Goods Refillery, which stocks slow and local brands: farm milk in glass bottles, things you pour into returnable jars, Le French Dad breads baked in Montclair and yummy, low-sugar Gingersnap and Cinnamon Snickerdoodle Ground Up nut butters from Portland, Oregon. Check here: The brand helps women overcoming adversity. And when I stopped at Kings for a few things, the lady parked next to me said "Where are your gloves?" when we groused about the cold and Murphy’s Law. COVID quarantining is rough--interacting behind masks is hard but meaningful.
  • Phone chat with Figgy.
  • I roasted a red pepper with.a splash of truffle oil and some Maldon sea salt.
  • Skipper ran outside when the snow started. ❄️ ❄️ 
  • Calming soak with Wild Orange & Thyme Bath Bomb from our town’s Dolly Moo. Smells fresh.

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Nothing & Everything

COVID in our midst....tests at the state site, a former Kmart in West Orange. Christmas still here, because we generally leave it up until close to my birthday every year (Jan. 21). Feels like we are living in an alternate universe. I hope to write more but must go to bed.