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  • Master of Crime

    Shhhhhhhh. Don’t tell him what day it is. Coast is clear this year through Easter. But last year this time, stuck in lock down and learn-at-home, shut in and shut down in so many ways, here was our ticket out…… Continue reading

  • Coming to Terms

    This time last year…. Our first week of quarantine… Never has the popular term “reaching out” made more sense to me. As a former English teacher and self-appointed grammarian, I notice such things as language and usage. Dorky, but I… Continue reading

  • Tennis for One

    March 23, 2020 (a look back at the first week of lockdown…) William does not bore easily. Six months ago, I would have been sad to look out the kitchen window and see boy playing by himself. I would have… Continue reading

  • Learn at Home

    This is the week the world shut down…the last “normal” days, just on the cusp of spring. Like they are now. Today is Day 365 by my count. Here is a flashback to “Week One”… March 16, 2020 If only… Continue reading

  • Walking Hope

    From a liturgy of those setting off on a pilgrimage: “Be for them, Lord, a defense against emergency, a harbor in shipwreck, a refuge in the journey, shade in the height, light in the darkness, a staff of the slippery… Continue reading

  • “It is small but still good”

    Words in a text I receive from Ellie… as the caption to a photo of a lopsided little snowman built on a patio table in a quad at her school. Clearly making the most of the snowy weather this month… Continue reading

  • A Single Step

    Peregrination [perəɡrəˈnāSH(ə)n] NOUN: a journey, especially a long or meandering one. Synonyms: travels · wanderings · journey · expedition · exploration ·excursion · perambulation · trek · trip · odyssey  Day One (almost): I’m doing it. I’ve always wanted to hike the Camino de Santiago. I had hoped Sophie would pick it for her senior… Continue reading

  • Please Point Me to the Tofu Aisle

    Snow and iced in for a couple of days, I am finishing old posts. Here’s one from the week before Christmas. The way I know Sophie has a new job at Insta-cart is one afternoon she comes down the stairs… Continue reading

  • The Last Time I Saw You

    A year ago today, a dear friend died. RED are her initials. We are remembering her in grief and thanksgiving, sadness and joy, hope and prayer. This poem is my offering. Once, in the corner of your eyes I caught… Continue reading

  • Mom Ski

    Sure, I ski. In my dreams, anyway, and on accident reports. Which is good, because in the same week she goes back to school, Sophie lays down a ski trip she’s been toying with a while. It is not the… Continue reading