Daring to Live (part 1-Become a Gourmet Chef)

I sometimes wonder if Emily Dickinson had the right idea.  Lock yourself away from the world in your house and write.  One can write about spiders without overthinking it.  What Miss Dickinson taught us is that intuitive, highly sensitive, intelligent women suffer from anxiety.  It’s built in.  I have been overthinking everything since I was six years…

Day Old Kittens (and a mother’s instinct)

  He is pressed against my bosom and holds onto life with tiny claws on my skin.  My maternal instincts rush over me and I hold onto hope that he will live. His sister, also two days old, is vigorous wanting constant droppers of formula and despite being deaf and blind, would like to traipse around…

3 Things to Incorporate Into Your Garden

There are many pictures on the internet and in books of perfectly manicured gardens.  I wonder if they scare folks away from extensive gardening.  Gardening is one of the greatest pleasures.  Your seed packets come with a gym membership, a psychologist, a muse, and a guru.  Here are three things to remember or incorporate into your gardens….

A Letter to the Nemesis of the Spring Crops

Dear Flea Beetles, Well, I can’t say I am happy to see y’all.  Is it really July already?  Goodness, where does the time go?  I know you are the cleanup crew.  One of the mean teachers in the school of hard knocks for gardeners.  But still. Remember that time I tried to kill you all…

Summer Reading and Great Films

Summer is made for days on the back porch with lemonade and a great book.  I love books that are filled with adventure without being very violent and full of espionage.  I just want beautifully crafted characters and a world I can travel to in order to allow my mind to rest from the day….

The Dancer

My toes have dirt on them from May until the crisp snows of Yule force them into warm socks. Though called ugly and curved, my toes were perfect for dance.  Slid beautifully into ballet shoes and curved just so to hold me on my toes with ease. My feet held me in sequences of intrinsic…