A year of recovery and growing pains, a year of loss and love. All the words that escaped capture here. Here’s to what’s next.
Tag: berkshires
2022: Snuggled in
The hearth stuff goes way back but nothing else feels like home in the winter than a sharing a day’s stories by a cracking fireplace. What a strange weather winter we’re having in New England. Blizzards and ice storms, then springlike sunny days and then right back into the deep freezer. This past weekend there…
COFFEE CUPS: 2021 The Berkshires, still
I am four days from my second vaccine shot and I planned my first international trip in two years yesterday. The wanderlust is waking up. I hope I will look back on this year of slower days, time inside, with my close family 24/7 as a gift. My mother is 90 and my nephew is…
2021: March, bringing back the wonder
March is a long month in New England, usually starts out in real winter and then a few starts and stops with false spring but then it really kicks off with a lot of mud, then finally a hint of REAL spring, the world waking back up from it’s winter nap (and then maybe a…
Coffee Cups: 2021 The Berkshires
I want more. I want moments on top of moments that don’t involve the inside of my house. Soon right? Soon. Along with spring and the GD vaccine (anti-vaxers, please move along – this is a place for travel, thoughts dreams and science too). A cafe coffee on the regular, too please. I broke out…
2020 The Year That Wasn’t
Not one shared word from me. Not one post. Here instead one month into the new year are the pictures. It was a lot of these beautiful moments and also a lot of unknowns, worry, tears, love, laughs and all the rainbow of feelings. Family and friendship. I am ok. My family is ok. My…
2019: A year in pictures
I didn’t spend any time writing this year, except to friends and family which is really a tragic shame that I have to spend some time on to make sense of why that was so, not for you dear reader. Today, I was googling artists and writers that spend time doing what appeared to be…
2019: Fall at rest
My favorite tree. In my favorite hometown spot. Five years ago, she was on fire. Orange as ever. I felt like I was on fire too. About to head off to Nepal, I was ready for what was next. That fall was spectacular. This fall, she’s not so orange. No so well. Maybe she’s older,…
2019: New Year, Same me
Time for a pep talk. I always have better years on the odd ones. Even if the events of the year are not great, they are always transformative? Glass half full? Seems people miss that the glass has something at all – water or wine, still something. So, my good people, going to try to…
2018: Cow Town Summer
“I could never in a hundred summers get tired of this.” Susan Branch
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