Tag Archives: spirituality

Girl All Grown Up

In a handful of days, my oldest daughter will be twenty-one. Wow, that’s a birthday. When she turned six and I marveled over that, another mother told me all birthdays are big. Six was big, and so was seven, and so … Continue reading

Posted in #motherhood, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

Quiet Day

Pea soup with scraps of leftover ham bubbled on our stove all day — a weekday more like a Sunday. Walking through town, I met no one. At the end of the holiday school break, I head out before dinner … Continue reading

Posted in Vermont | Tagged , , , , , , | 6 Comments

December Sparkles

When I was really little — probably three or so — I vaguely remember my family parked outside of town, watching the Fourth of July fireworks. My mother said the sprawl of lights in the darkness was Santa Fe. That’s … Continue reading

Posted in Vermont | Tagged , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Cat Joy

When I returned from a school board meeting last night, so tired I might actually have been sleepwalking, the kids had taken the trusty yardstick, swept out the toy mice from under the couch, and the cats were ecstatic. Our … Continue reading

Posted in Vermont | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Mind of Winter

Poet Wallace Stevens wrote: One must have a mind of winter/To regard the frost and the boughs/Of the pine-trees crusted with snow. In northern Vermont — thus far — the winter has been cold and dark and ice, scant on snow. When the sun … Continue reading

Posted in Vermont | Tagged , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

One Day, Otherwise

A few drops of rain graced the very end of our walk yesterday afternoon. Later, our kitchen redolent with baking pies, rain hammered on the roof. I hope all my readers have many, many things to celebrate. Oddly enough, on … Continue reading

Posted in Vermont | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Crisis of Faith

Exiting the interstate at midnight last night in rainy St. Johnsbury, it’s just me in my little silver car, the strange combination of lonely hearts’ radio and tinny country music, and that profound country Vermont darkness. That stretch of interstate … Continue reading

Posted in motherhood, writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments