I've been (very) recently inspired to construct a sign post at the bottom of my driveway to display frequent messages and thoughts for those driving by.  Most months of the year our house is hidden from view by the foliage... from the road, our ...

The room is tranquil, humid.  Its expanse exaggerates the tiniest of sounds, including the abrupt clack of the door I just opened.  The absence of anyone else evokes a sense of foreboding and, oddly, freedom.   Like most other days over the past ...

Last week while cleaning out a closet, I uncovered my old Game of LIFE.  I couldn’t resist opening the box and giving that wheel a few spins to help me decide if it's destined for the trash pile.  And it got me thinking… ...

Throughout any professional life, there will always be the wrong thing said, the unchecked fly and other awkward incidents in the workplace.  While most of these moments will be laughed off, others will require a scrub brush and a gallon of ...

NOTE: I wrote this about nine years ago, while struggling with my decision to live a childless life.  At that point, my self-proclamation of Childless Mommy soothed my soul and steered me toward a path of self-healing. Today, I no longer allow my ...

After dinner last night, I sat down and devoured Rebecca Rule’s Live Free and Eat Pie, a light-hearted read about visiting and living in New Hampshire.  I adore Rebecca’s yankee humor and talent for weaving a terrific tale.  Her delightful ...

It hung from an impressive tree in front of the house in Bradford, waiting… beckoning. Each summer, my parents would bring us there for a brief reprieve from the madness of city heat. These annual pilgrimages would always commence with a wild ...