... on a morning farm

Earlier this week, I visited friends at their New York farm.

No, not New York City.

I know, I know. When you are from somewhere other than New York (the state), you nearly always think that people are referring to the city when they say “New York”. 396 more words

Comedic Writing

The Oil Rig Gig - a year later...

I remember her saying to me, “Whatever you do, get as much done for yourself while he’s away…because when he’s home, you won’t”.

I thought I knew what she meant. 1,194 more words


Lest We Forget...

…how far we’ve come.¬†

Remember when spring wouldn’t come? (ya poor us Canadians. I know, yawn, we have it so rough).

Before and After. … 44 more words


Closure. In The Most Original Way

She came into our office with a very specific list of wishes for her father. He was alive, but his death was imminent. When she started speaking, I knew right away that she had gone through this list already. 989 more words


... on sparkle hunting

Cool sails, quiet on ocean air
Fog grips the coves, and inlets where
The sun is veiled in Maine’s embrace
Those ‘from away’ softly¬†despair. 181 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on a joyful perspective

My grandmother and grandfather lived in a small house in Woburn, Massachusetts that seemed huge. And every Sunday after attending our respective churches, my Aunt P.’s family and my family would descend on Nana’s and Papa’s house. 1,348 more words

Just Ponderin'

... on maine interrupted

In addition to being ocean-y here, it is also pine-y.

There is something so deeply ingrained in my psyche about the combination of pine trees and a rocky shore (really it’s more ‘boulder-y’… Rocky would be different. 798 more words

Just Ponderin'