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distillation
Hello, friends. It’s been a minute. To be honest, I didn’t know if I could write this. I still don’t. But it seems necessary. I don’t know where to start. It seems like I should start at the end, since that is what today marks. The Geek’s dad died a year ago today. In the…
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time
I have written many words in this space. Most come easy. The ones that follow are both the hardest and the most important. It is hard to believe I am even writing them. My heart is pounding. As many of you know, 2019 has been a year of loss and heartache for us. It’s not…
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lost
Hello, friends. It’s been a minute since I had words to leave here. I’m not entirely sure I have them now, but I’ll leave some anyway. Spoiler alert: I’m pretty sure this story doesn’t have a happy ending. It’s also not unique. But it has been our story for nearly a month now. On March…
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refresh
The Geek recently reminded me that it’s been, as the kids say, a hot minute since I laid down any words here. My bad. No particular reason, aside from lack of motivation and/or inspiration. I find 2017 – and by that I mean Trump et al – sucked every last bit of positive energy from…
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pieces
I like the broken ones. I like the things that aren’t quite perfect or maybe have outlived their original purpose. An envelope gets dyed and tucked into what used to be a book. A wool sweater that’s now 10 sizes too small gets cut up and resewn. A leather purse that can’t be rehabbed gets…
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art
Hello, friends. It’s been some time since I’ve had words to lay down here. In recent weeks especially, there has been a weight on my soul. Since November 8, to be exact. I know many of you feel the same. That there is nothing but darkness and despair lying before us for the next 4…
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love
It’s been a few days since Orlando. I’ve barely been able to think about it. But on the way to work on the bus this morning, when the tears came, I felt the words that needed to come out. They may make no sense. But I can’t carry them inside anymore. The friend I’ve had…
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grown
I’m writing these words for someone who may never see them. Our firstborn turned eighteen today. A legal adult. Technically free to leave and go about her business. She’s got one toe out the door. What she’s doing after graduation in 8 weeks is not quite decided – she may be going away to college…
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heart
I’ve been on this earth for close to half a century now. I don’t feel that old. I don’t think I have a lot to show for that much time. Bur recently while out with a new friend, it occurred to me that what I do have is a pretty great collection of people. Some…
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analogue
Hello, my pretties. Brace yourselves. I am about to put down some words about things that are NOT depressing. Or whiny. Pretty exciting. Back in September, someone in the vintage Coach collectors Facebook group posted something about planners. Like the old-school Filofax kind with calendars in them. And she mentioned that there were VIDEOS of…
foible and folly
a whimsical or extravagant structure built to serve as a conversation piece
foible and folly 