I am writing, writing, writing. Lists and questions and rambling scribbles. Which sounds rather friendly, don’t you think, rambling scribbles? I like the sound of that, the freedom implied—at least to my ears, my eyes, my heart. The freedom to carry on as long, or as short, as I like. To write with abandon, messy or neat, little or big, insightful … Continue reading ridiculously lovely
Tag: the quiet page
just snow
There is snow, then ice, which makes for heavy and tedious shoveling of a not-short driveway. The saving grace is the four of us, shoveling in unison. The air is crisp and cold but our bodies are warm and we are strong, especially together. I am keenly aware of opposites this week. The cold, the warm. The wakefulness, the … Continue reading just snow
windows
We meet his friends; they seem funny and kind. They stay for dinner. Two days later, her friend, who is spirited and also kind, stays for dinner. I’m glad for these friends of my kids, glad for these shared meals, glad for the laughter and kindness. I watch faces, note gestures, listen to stories. Teenagers, young adults. How did we arrive … Continue reading windows
maybe, inspired
Food is uninspiring right now. Well, that’s not exactly true – it’s the meal-making that is uninspiring, the feeling that we eat the same thing all the time – which isn’t exactly true either (eating the same thing all the time) and wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. But I’m in a rut, maybe. Especially when it comes to … Continue reading maybe, inspired