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In an apparent attempt to prove that the world would be better off run by members the next generation, the boys have been dragooning me — for my own good — into a very short ZeroK walk around the house every day since I’ve been sick. Thing1’s rationale is that there is nothing that even… Continue reading Feline Friday and The daily Zero K
About 15 years ago, the Big Guy had an infection at the base of his very long windpipe that nearly cost him his life. For a week, the ICU doctors and nurses worked to find a drug that was strong enough to help him without killing him at the dosages he needed. Anyone who has… Continue reading Premeditated Kindness
I don't tend to be a mourner. I shed a few tears, maybe a sob here and there, and then the person I love lives on in my memories and, if I'm lucky, in the lessons I've absorbed from them. I'm blessed to have been born with a small army of Great Aunts. I don't… Continue reading Living in Lessons
Fun fact, when you buy art off of my site, you're getting used art. Most of the time when I do a painting, the piece ends up on my bookshelf until it's time to go to a show or fair. When show season ends, however, the painting doesn't, and, having a fairly small studio/office, I… Continue reading Used Art
Wanting to protect him in his formative years, I’ve never written Thing1’s name on this blog. On the occasion of his 17th birthday last week, however, Thing1 went on a walk-about up the back of Mount Equinox, the highest peak of the Taconics. It was from the top of the Equinox, about 4PM, that he… Continue reading From Mac on the Occasion of his 17th Birthday
My sons are the center of my life. They are the center of my husband’s life. Today, Congress began changing the future drastically for my eldest son by endangering his ability to obtain insurance when he is an adult. Today Congress rolled back Obamacare, and with it, protection for millions of people with pre-existing conditions… Continue reading In It Together
For some reason I had a lot of gay friends in high school. It wasn't something I planned or even thought about until senior year, when a number of friends started coming out. Homosexuality was not an issue prior to that, and my friends were my friends. Who they loved would never became an issue… Continue reading Yours, Mine, Ours
Growing up, I loved Little House on the Prairie. I loved it so much, I thought I wanted to switch places with Laura Ingalls Wilder. I loved the idea of making everything you used, and there seemed to be a simplicity to their lives that doesn't exist now. Once I got older and learned to… Continue reading A Simple Life
Seven-year-old Thing2 and his thirteen-year-old brother Jack take turns sitting next to me when we go to Sunday breakfast at Bob's Diner in Manchester, VT. Thing2 is still at the age where he's easily entertained by shiny objects and it was my wedding ring caught that his attention the other morning. Waiting for our… Continue reading Cursed
Seven-year-old Thing2 was invited to a movie with a friend on Sunday. An hour before it was time to go, he doffed his t-shirt and, wearing only his camo pants began rummaging through the closet looking for his only button-down shirt and tie. The Big Guy and I long ago adopted the Vermont uniform of… Continue reading A Sharp Dressed Man
I got off work late last night. The dishwasher still needed emptying, and, not feeling like cooking, I decided to order out for all of us and treat myself to a twenty minute get away. It was the worst decision of the day, and it was the best. When I stepped out into the dark,… Continue reading A Little Night Music
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