Other than a handful of news and feature articles and the occasional freelance job, my writing production has flatlined. There
Located on a small Maine island of 75 full-time residents.
Walking through the yard on a snowy morning (in pajamas). Cut to shreds by cold thorns.
It’s winter in Massachusetts. The air is cold and damp and the ground is constantly squishy from the disappearing and
Halloween came and went and the kids managed to make the most of it even though the lack of neighborhoods,
Apparently, in an old house there is a lot of settling. And I don’t mean settling for inefficient electricity and
A few nights ago, when the temperature dropped into the low to mid-40s, Ben tripped a circuit breaker after plugging
Today I decided to finally brave the debris in the cellar hole. Last week I gave our landlord – and our
We live in an almost 300 year old house on a pretty busy two lane road. While the speed limit is
Local church, town meeting house, and school It’s a phrase I think to myself throughout the day: twenty minutes away. As
Slowly getting used to our 292 year old house in the forest. Little things like window blinds and Target and IKEA storage make things surprisingly reassuring. The newness distracts me from the occasional squishy floorboard I sink into and the various wood and old smoke smells throughout the house. The weird little window screens that we prop inside the windows are now only letting in half the bugs they were a week ago. As a result, the moths are no longer flying directly into my forehead while I lay in the bed reading by the glow of my iPhone. The urge to launder the bedding with DEET has passed with fewer morning mosquito bite discoveries. The kids have finally discovered the yard with meandering paths, rock walls, old wells, and ferns. I am slowly letting go of the fear that they will be crushed by the steel cage of a speeding Volvo which leaves room for the new fear of