Hurricane Henri
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…
Purple Bark
“In Stitches” is becoming my normal state of being. I’m okay with that. This yarn. I almost missed it. It didn’t grab my attention by being flashy like the costumed hoop-girl at a concert. She…
Pause….
This week was paused due to emotional difficulties. I mean, the days happened- coffee was sipped, meals eaten, showers taken & sleep eventually found me. Yes, the days passed. But in slow motion. Ish. I’m…
Celebration
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…
Big Girl Pants
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,…
A Last Uppy
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…
Summer Corn Chowder
Sunday soup. I knew I wanted to soup. And my taste buds begged. Summer corn chowder checked all the boxes- sweet corn and sweet peppers backed by smokey paprika, cayenne and jalapeño, brightened by fresh…
Gate 3
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…
Cranky in Connecticut
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…
Melange
In Stitches Sometimes a skein catches your eye but doesn’t hold your attention. Sometimes, your attention is held long enough to reach out, but the touch doesn’t live up to your expectations. Sometimes your touch…