Dig in and read.

It is midwinter here in my small corner of the world and also in my blue-roomed heart. I’m tucked in, my pulse moving slowly and full of trepidation like water running under pale knocked together shards of ice. Self doubt circles like a pack of coyotes, their tracks mushy and dark where the earth collapses, [...]

Some days like this

Yesterday was brilliant, and then today I woke up inexplicably sad. Yesterday I made French Onion soup. Farmer’s market fresh onions, bakery baguette, outrageously priced Gruyere cheese, and it was perfect. Last night we went to see Paris , Je’ Te Aime, and to pick up some bowls at clay studio, newly fired. They turned [...]

Midsummer moodiness

Somehow, the summer is slipping by. Without warning it is more than half over really, and I’m feeling moody about it. The sky has been a mosaic of torn clouds this week. Strong winds and rain have been thrashing about wildly like a greenbroke horse. The night sky burnished with sheet lightening, thunder always rolling [...]

Waiting

Feeling the tight stomached ache of waiting, now. For spring, for the fat envelope, for several nights of sleep stacked up against each other like a solid cord of wood. I finished The Year Of Magical Thinking yesterday, and all day today I keep going back to it in my mind. So many of her [...]

A reader's life…

Before reading I listened. I was the eleven-year-old with scratches on her knees, perched on the armrest of my dad’s tan Lazy Boy, listening to Huckleberry Finn and The Yearling. I was a late reader; a kid in the ‘special’ reading group. But those early years when reading wasn’t really mine, gave me stories in [...]