August 12, 2014

Giving In

Ok I give. I have been reading the local and international stories with sadness over recent suicides. I haven't been writing or talking much about it. Then I read this on a friends facebook wall: Robin Williams was a great man. His death was disturbing. As We all grew up adoring his movies. The one thing he is not is a role model. A self inflicted death is selfish and cowardly. R I P mrs. Doubt fire To which I quickly responded: I think everyone can agree Read more [...]
July 5, 2014

Dependence Day

One of the things about a beach house is how much you see each other, and how much you see of each other. It is all family here, now that my mother and Robert have exchanged rings, but I didn't quite expect to see so much of his feet. When I spy them in his sandals I tell myself to look away. Everyone has a right to wear sandals. But there they are totally bare on my coffee table, now sort of his coffee table and I think back an hour or so when I bent over that same spot eating my breakfast. Read more [...]
June 19, 2014

Mrs Pepper

Yesterday passed in a blur. Truck and trailer, boxes and paper, sheets and towels. Things seemed to come in pairs which made a certain kind of sense of the disorder. I woke this morning at five to finish my reading assignment for tonight's book group. My connection to the group is back east and I will meet the members alone tonight. As Steve and I furiously unpacked garment boxes to clear a path to the toilet I actually thought about what outfit I might wear. Perhaps denver is changing me already...or Read more [...]
June 17, 2014

Denvurb

I wouldn't say we have really arrived, but we are here. The house is both better and worse than I remembered. Worse in that the rooms are smaller, the window sills more rotten, the dead moths more copious. Better in that I can see my way through it. It is more than a putty/paint situation, but less than a tear down. This is my renovation wheel house. The neighborhood is putting on a show. It has been unseasonably rainy here although we haven't seen a drop and everything is leafy and green. Read more [...]
June 6, 2014

RELATE

Final ask. We have almost completed our two week philanthro-me class. I am BLOWN AWAY by the change I have seen in the Burlington High School students in 9 days. We have packed in site visits, design thinking training, zen presentations, elevator pitches, planning and budgeting projects, visual pitching, a non profit round table, and social media channel development. Each day the kids talk more, move more, create more, and feel more passionate about their ability to impact their community. Please Read more [...]
June 5, 2014

1/5

Because I am a rule bender my first public 5/5 post (inspired by Christina) is actually a 1/5. One image, five quick written thoughts. 1 & 2. Summer and child. These two are timeless. They could be from any era. Mostly I see her arm. Look at how strong it is. It has carried trays, her body in countless yoga poses, friends and now this one. She is an old friend, who knew me in my last life. I remember times when she was not so strong. I was not so strong. She prompted the first painful shot Read more [...]
June 1, 2014

Shelburne Farmers Market

It is a punch line I am happy to be part of. The Shelburne farmers market. It is sunny like all of the markets of my memory. This can't be true to the calendar, more our choice of days to attend, but here it is. Golden and green and grassy. Full of toddlers dragging around under caffeinated moms, kids in soccer t shirts and your choice of local lamb. The berry farm doesn't yet have berries and are selling some sort of potted plant. They are the only stand to have any plastic. I imagine the Read more [...]
May 21, 2014

Long and winding road

The earth is packed so hard it feels like pavement. But it isn't. It has responded to the pressures of horse drawn carriages and tractors, skipping school children and sheep crossing. There was the time that I had to work together with freckles the llama to help the flock cross the street. They bleated and kept a semblance of order. I tried not to get spit on and wished I had my camera. Just by being there I was part of it. The farm: Shelburne, Vermont. There is the turn where the wind whips Read more [...]
May 15, 2014

You cannot be contained.

You are the reason I check pockets while doing laundry. You call it your magic pocket, the one that always seems to house a snack and a half. It is charming on a walk and less so between washer and dryer. So when I remember I empty them. The pouches on your shirts are the worst. You would probably day the best. They have sticks carefully peeled of their bark and Lego pieces and dollar bills so crumpled they are as soft as the shirt I found them in. There are hotel key cards and coffee loyalty Read more [...]
May 8, 2014

Escher I hardly know her

As a girl I had this poster on my wall. I would lie in bed and reimagine the illusion into something rational. I walked my fingers along the stairs and tried not to fall off. Escher's mobius world wasn't changed by my imagination or tiny finger steps. Last night I dreamed of stairways. The pretty patterned stairs that connect my kitchen to the second floor had been replaced by some sort of retractable spiral space saving nonsense. I got halfway up and they would retract again, send me twisting Read more [...]
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