It was just another summer day. As I walked through the Walmart parking lot, my mind wandering over the store layout and my most efficient plan for hitting the aisles, a petite woman, probably in her sixties, wearing a floppy hat and large lens sunglasses, walked toward me. She was pushing her shopping cart with… Continue reading Soul food
Let’s play the game, “Never have I ever”… Never have I ever visited a gravesite on a yearly basis. At 53 years-old I have never visited the gravesite of a loved one on a yearly basis. Why not? It’s a fair question and I’ll give you three answers. For starters, although my parents could have… Continue reading Lost Tradition
It was strangely cathartic. We all gathered one Saturday in the month of March to clean my mother-in-law’s house; my husband, his two brothers, my sister-in-law and myself. We laced up our sneakers, donned our work clothes, and banished ourselves to the basement, garage, and attic until the job was done. Since his passing, one… Continue reading Cleaning Catharsis
It took almost three years, but I finally made good on a Christmas present way overdue; a glass blowing workshop with my 25-year-old son Joshua. A few years ago, I had come across a local glass blowing artisan, Peter Ridabock, who offered various workshops to eager students interested in learning how to mold glass into… Continue reading Sweet Hearts
We were sitting near the electric fireplace in the lobby. I had pulled a chair close to his wheelchair. I opened the newspaper that he encouraged me to take home and read because, “there’s a lot of good stuff in there,” and found an interesting article about an artist who uses old wine barrels to make… Continue reading A Few Quiet Minutes
~ “Right time right place” ~ “Meant to be” ~ “Divine intervention”~ “Coincidence” ~ No matter how you slice it…sometimes, things just line up perfectly. My husband and I frequent an eclectic restaurant for breakfast every weekend called “The Friendly Toast,” located in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It’s our go-to-spot located 30 minutes to our north. It is, by… Continue reading Breakfast Bond
It was late September when I heard a familiar whisper prompting me to book a room at my favorite spot, The Lands End Inn, Provincetown, MA. After scanning the reservation availability, I found a great rate on a room my husband and I had never booked before. From there we both built up a healthy bit of anticipation; picturing ourselves relaxing in a pair of worn white… Continue reading Seat with a view!