I love listening to the rain. I especially love listening to the rain when I know I don't have to be out in the rain. At least not yet. Not for a little while anyway. I edit-edit-edit away my Friday morning, then updates and outreach and calendaring...
One of the things I missed most when I was in California—there were no thunderstorms. Deep in the morning hours John woke me to see the show. Our windowsills now are deep, and I curled up in this one to watch the sky - it was...
Such a strange day today. A brilliant blue spring day, and the air is warm and crystal clear. John left early to head north toward Maine, so I was keeping my eye on the clock - I wanted to be home early for the pup...
She bounded in on September the Eleventh, three years ago today. The rescue had named her Greta, and before that she’d been “Zippy” and “Hyena.” (Yes.) She was anxious and alert, and more than a little bit wary (but boy did she know how to...
The wonderful thing about a return to running is that there are no expectations of greatness. No expectations, really, of anything - other than… well… perhaps this might hurt a little… or perhaps not? There is, admittedly, some trepidation in the anticipation of it. But...
What a wonderful year! Life, both personal and professional, has been speeding along in the best possible way, and I'm finally grabbing a moment to breathe, catch up and post. First things first (you may have noticed): new pictures, new site! The photos were done by the always...
I am so lucky. When John & I knew we were probably going to move, we started window shopping apartments in a variety of neighborhoods. We used apps and online listings to see what was available, long before we actually needed to be looking. Our...
The allergies are strong, but it is so lovely to walk in the warm spring sunshine. And mornings! She chases sun patches around the room...
There is nothing 'slimming' about Montreal. It is a once a year decadence, and we feast like kings. And what a way to get out of town—a gorgeous, restful daylong train ride through the Hudson Valley and up into the Adirondacks, past Lake Champlain and into...
This one. 49 Miles, by Trevor Allen, is so very near and dear. From its first exquisite iteration with Crowded Fire in 2001, to this gorgeous reimagining...