Resort
20 hours on the Cape Resort: noun a place to which people frequently or generally go for relaxation or pleasure, especially one providing rest and recreation facilities for vacationers. We arrived mid-afternoon Friday. Resort after…
20 hours on the Cape Resort: noun a place to which people frequently or generally go for relaxation or pleasure, especially one providing rest and recreation facilities for vacationers. We arrived mid-afternoon Friday. Resort after…
I’m enamored with little boutique hotel rooms. Far from a boring blank canvas, function meets character brilliantly at CitizenM. Surrounded by happy colors and art, smiles erupt. I have joined the many already obsessed with…
The news tells us today is prep day. The emergency alerts are sounding. So yes, prep for Henri is underway. I have yarn. We have working flashlights with batteries. Devices are charged. We will pull…
Oh Mama… you wanted a celebration. We needed time. We pushed pause and allowed ourselves to feel. It’s been tough. I hear you telling me “it is what it is. Give yourself to three, then…
Grief feels like fatigue. Or fatigue feels like grief. Regardless, I’m sinking into it. I have my mom’s voice playing on a loop- “Put your big girl pants on…it is what it is.” But Mama,…
How do I capture the last few days in words? How do I articulate the loss I feel? My beautiful, vivacious, Mama is now resting peacefully. Alzheimer’s is complicated and devastating. I have 30+ voice…
Gate 3 I’ve written many words about airport stuff in the past- people watching, speaker phone talkers, Dunkin sips, stitching while waiting. I’ve shared snippets of my TSA trials and smiles-the time I forgot I…
Some Sundays are Dateline Sundays-Sundays where the couch and crochet and Dateline envelope me. Others are Sunday-Soup Sundays and I spend a serious chunk of the day dancing in the kitchen, chopping, seasoning and stirring…
The snow clinging to branches along Main Street were an irresistible invitation. Coffee ready. Layers and boots on. I prepare myself for the wind tunnel that usually greets my face only to find the crisp…
Snippets of a a Providence Birthday weekend… I was told that we were leaving at 1:20 and that my costume should be casual-cute. Ok. So many options because casual-cute is my jam. We drive to…