Language is a slippery thing. Seventeen years of forgetting words and phrases, and then only a matter of days to have it come slipping back, in my sleep, in my subconscious. We’re in Romania, the country I have been gently coaxing Vinnie to come to,… Read More
I attempted to take a selfie at the end of a three day trip to the Catskill Mountains in Big Indian, NY. After spending a lot of my time there, documenting the adventure, I guess I wanted some way to show that I was there,… Read More
I don’t trust spring. It’s slow and indecisive. It comes in waves of warmth, then turns a shoulder and you’re cranking the heat again. Like most lifelong New Englanders, the sweaters and jeans and long sleeve shirts stay in my drawers, ready at a moment’s notice,… Read More
Earlier this week, I went away. On my own, I drove the long miles out to the Berkshires and doubted my decision as every mile marker blurred past. What was I doing? Leaving Vinnie to figure out childcare for three days and rearrange his overnight… Read More
This morning, Evaline and I sat on my bed. She had climbed up beside me with her school work as I was focused on editing photos. Together, we sounded out “at” and “an” words. We learned, and relearned, and yelled and shouted and huffed and… Read More
The plan was to not be rushed, it was to drive into the city in the late afternoon, eat out at a nice restaurant we both enjoy, then stroll back to the TD Garden to watch our first Bruins game. The plan went out the… Read More
I wake up at five and Evaline meets me by her bedroom door as I pass on my way to get a drink of water. We don’t speak, just look at one another in the glow of the twinkling lights illuminating her bedroom. She follows… Read More
It’s small and butter-yellow. When we first moved in and I was in rapid-fire nesting-mode, I spent the better part of every moment, while sitting in the passenger seat in the van, or waiting in the grocery store line, or during long late-late nights, tucked into bed, scrolling… Read More
We’re building a deck. At the moment, our yard looks like a war zone… it’s posts sticking up from the ground, it’s dusty bags of cement and piles of pressure treated wood planks. It’s a mess. Trust the process, someone said to me, when I… Read More
At least a couple times a week, I’ll walk to the grocery store. It’s not that impressive, really. It’s about four miles, round trip, (though the return trip – with heavy bags slung over my shoulders, bumping against my sides – always feels like five). I get… Read More
The Frozen Moon 