It’s all too recently that I’ve started speaking my own personal words. On page, sure, (though you know all too well these are times I often find myself without words) but in person I still tend to defer to others. Get them talking about themselves and I don’t have to be seen or feel vulnerable.

In some ways it’s completely fitting that 2025 is non-existent on this blog.  There are many reasons I didn’t write last year. And it’s not that I simply didn’t write here; I didn’t write. There are doubtlessly a few half finished snippets in a notebook here or there, but nothing I would revisit and certainly

I don’t do spring cleaning. I’ve never seen the point of it. After being stuck mostly inside for months,  the second the weather warms I am out!  The best that can be hoped for is that I will remember to open the windows before I go.  Fall, however, turns me into a compulsive cleaner. When

Spring at Reachwood is my perfect heaven. The second the snow went away the flowers emerged in force. Spring beauties, wild coltsfoot, honey suckle, crocuses and literally hundreds of daffodils, my absolute favorite flower. Everything else turns every shade imaginable of green, you can hear the stream through the trees, the early morning light on

Starting a New Year in the middle of winter feels odd, doesn’t it?  I have to confess, I always get all the feels when faced with a blank calendar or planner waiting to be filled with all the things that will be done. It’s a lot like the draw and trepidation of a blank page:

For those of you who were lucky enough to still have see-saws on your childhood playgrounds, did you ever stand over the fulcrum with a foot on either side trying to balance the whole thing on a level? (Side note: kids like me are probably why you don’t see many see-saws anymore). That balancing act

Unreliable was about the worst thing you could be called in my family.  If you were not 15 minutes early you were considered late.  My grandfather took lateness as a personal insult and drilled promptness and reliability into all of his children.  “Why don’t you like this person, Grampy.”  “Well sweetie, he’s just unreliable.” His

I’m back! Much later than planned to be sure. I certainly had no intention of putting this down for over a year. I still cannot believe it’s been that long despite the fact that it has been a very long year, full of changes and adjustments…some of which are still ongoing. Don’t worry, I promise

There’s nothing like having a needle toothed bundle of adorable in my house to flare up my already strong tendency toward extreme distractibility.  Add puppy training, snuggling, and constant rescuing of all the footwear to the ever growing list of projects. I haven’t forgotten you all. But this little bright spot and all his shenanigans

I’m officially just over the roiling suck fest that is this pandemic life. I’m blown.  This is me talking. I spent my young life training for these conditions growing up in the middle of nowhere.  Grocery shopping 1-2 times a month? No probs. No going out to dinner? No worries. Isolation? Mastered that by the