catskills
we went catskills-camping last weekend with about 20 friends. our faces all glowed around the campfire, shadows playing in the creases of our eyes… we are just old enough to have a few. i relished both time together and time alone. i spent an entire afternoon sitting in silence by the lake, writing and sketching [...]
Did you know…
Dark. Chocolate. Peanut. M&Ms. I’d had them at my in-laws’ over the holidays and then promptly forgot they existed. My mother in-law is one of those amazing people who has sweets tucked in little containers all over the house. It’s a glorious thing and I always look forward to it. But by the time I’m [...]
shhh….
I promise I’m still here. I’m just exhausted. We went out of town last weekend and will again this weekend and I’ve started a new job and WHOOOOO. I’m trying to juggle. For now, I’m sleeping, taking in those final restful moments, fitful images flying about, to start yet another day. More soon, I promise. [...]
molasses. (or how i’d like to live.)
take your time marjorie take your time hands sifting soil lips sipping wine press into the marrow read between the lines take your time marjorie take your time take a while marjorie take a while feet in borrowed shoes for a mile no one in a hurry ever braves a smile take a while marjorie [...]
Maybe some yoga would help…
I’ve been in a funk. I figured it’d be best to come out and say it here in the open, so we can all be square. I’ve made some very grown up decisions lately and I think I’m having a bit of a temper tantrum on the inside. I’d like to lie about and read [...]
Annie puts up a fight.
Meet Annie. She’s a new and hopefully recurring character. I had a great bit to write here, but I’ve gone and lost track of the time and have to get out of the house pronto for a meeting! It feels like this a lot lately, me running from one thing to another, a bit scattered. [...]
The Sirens
Memory is my Siren song blink. I can’t remember very much from my early childhood. Images flash in my mind and I’m hesitant to claim them as memories, unsure whether or not they’re really mine or sponged up from novels, movies or old photobooks. blink. Standing in knee deep swishy grass, an endless sea of [...]