I don’t know about you, but shopping stresses me out. Even online shopping!
There was a short window of time when I liked to shop — that was way back when I was a teenager hanging out at the mall, digging for clothes at Wet Seal or The Gap. But gag-me-with-a-spoon, the mall is the last place you’d find me today.
Now, I could go the way of Lauren Bravo, a recovering over-shopper who spent a year not buying clothes and wrote about it in her book “How To Break Up With Fast Fashion: A guilt-free guide to changing the…
A few days ago, I could’ve sworn there was a feather tickling a spot on my ankle. I looked. Nothing. Just my usual ankle. The weird sensation continued intermittently throughout the day. I finally googled it — “Feeling of a feather tickling your skin when there is no feather tickling your skin.”
Aha! Such a thing is called “formication” (no, not the other word — and yes, I had to do a double-take too).
formication: (NOUN) a sensation like insects crawling over the skin.
And such a thing is a symptom of perimenopause!
I was relieved. It seems almost every…
Welp, I didn’t know what it’d be like by day forty-something/fifty(?) but here we are and we’re still plugging along as best as we can.
I’m at the dining room table and can hear the voice of my son’s Spanish teacher “Zooming” through the computer in the room next door. Now, the sounds of fourth graders trying to repeat words in Spanish in unison.
Every day the grass in our yard and the landscape around us gets a little greener. Just the certain tilt of the Earth and suddenly like a painter working subtle magic, it brightens.
So, that’s a…
One of my best memories is of the warm, spicy scent of tomato plants as I brushed by them in our garden when I was a little girl growing up on a sheep farm in northeastern Ohio. Every summer (until I was 11 years old and we moved away from that farm), we ate from that plentiful garden, canned and fermented, and stored food from it.
When I got married and then pregnant with Maddie, my enthusiasm for growing food and flowers led me to sign up for the Master Gardener program through the Colorado State Extension. That winter, I…
“In my view, all that is necessary for faith is the belief that by doing our best, we shall succeed in our aims the improvement of mankind.” — Rosalind Franklin, British chemist who discovered the structure of DNA
Every day I think I’ve got it figured out and every day it changes. The requirements, the ethical conundrum, plus choosing the most loving and logical options for my own family.
Every night before I go to bed I read the news. And yes, unfortunately, as I do this I fill my head with mostly negative, frightening thoughts and images. But, I…
The Covid-19 pandemic has hit during a time of the year when our thoughts naturally tend toward renewal. With spring here, there’s been a resurgence in the idea of WWI and II-era “victory gardens.” Suddenly, I’m not the only one on our block who needs to get her vegetable seeds to start. (I grew up on a farm and have gardened since I could hold seeds in my hand.) Everyone, it seems, is jumping on the kitchen gardening bandwagon.
Like the drive to hoard toilet paper, we can find a sense of control when purchasing seeds to grow. …
Kevin continues to shop. He went to Costco today and stocked up on flour and eggs.
I purchased some wood at the General Store so we could have a proper fire in our woodstove tonight. (We only have hardwood left in our woodpile and you — FYI — cannot start a fire with that!)
Maddie and I have taken to taking walks in the late afternoon. Today we’re going to head around the pond with the dogs. It’s a mucky, snowy mess over there but the dogs need a romp.
I continue to enjoy being at home. I don’t know…
I don’t know how this is will all go down. No one does.
Kevin is still able to work. So, he calls mid-day to check in with me.
“Everything okay there? All good with the chaos?”
I shrug, “No chaos here.” I want him to know that we are fine. The kids aren’t succumbing to fits of rage because they can’t go anywhere. Not yet anyway.
“We’re playing Scrabble.”
And we are. And mostly it goes okay. On our big dining room table, we have a family Monopoly game going at one end and the Scrabble game at the other…
I woke up in the middle of the night again last night.
I’m able to keep myself fairly content throughout the day. I stay upbeat, cooking, baking. I play games with the kids. We do crafts, read books. We talk and they go sledding out on the hill. I talk to my sister and friends on the phone. I’ve been shut into my house since last Friday but I’m okay.
Yet, there’s something about the night. The middle of the night when for whatever reason (your husband snoring too loud, the cat shifting on the bed, anything) wakes you. …
“People are panicking,” my husband just told me. “They are going to shut down all non-essential businesses. They’ll shut down restaurants.”
“They will close the borders,” he said later.
“The National Guard might have to patrol the streets so no one goes out,” he continued.
He’s suddenly on board with the panic, (and not that one, ha).
“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more so that we may fear less.” — Marie Curie
I never thought it would come to this. I’d even explained to my daughter…