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September 13, 2017

How to survive a renovation with your marriage intact

Steve and I have lived through a half dozen renovations together. I was finishing a renovation when we met and one of our first dates was a picnic on the floor of my new kitchen. We sat on 24 inch wide reclaimed pine flooring. I remember thinking that I would be there long enough to see wear in the golden planks and wondering whether Steve would be there beside me. I was sort of right. Steve didn’t leave me but we both left the pine floor to move in to our little house on the lake. That move was Read more […]

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July 12, 2017

Living with a bad case of nostalgia

We have returned to Vermont and I have caught a bad case of nostalgia. My symptoms are obvious. I walk around sighing deeply my phone at the ready to capture images of things I remember. Something is wrong with my vision because I only see in sepia tones. As my son eats his creemee I see him in triplicate. He is a toddler and a young child and here his is now, on the same bench under the same tree with the same country store behind him. He is even giving the same sigh of pleasure as he makes Read more […]

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July 6, 2016

There are lots of places like home.

Our time away from home was all about home. We started in Vermont. I was sort of crushed by it. Unlike last summer where Vermont was wearing its sunshine finery it was grey and chilly for most of this visit. Last year we went tubing on the lake, to outdoor concerts, and BBQs at the yacht club (whatever you are picturing when you read the phrase yacht club you are incorrect- it is quite un yacht like.) This year we shivered. Even so as we branched onto Falls Rd at 11pm past the literal country Read more […]

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September 23, 2014

We are we?

Yesterday I watched Leo lie in the dentist chair receiving his first filling. After a fair amount of thought we agreed to the nitrous oxide. He lay outstretched, nose covered by a grape flavored mask, mouth stretched by dental tools, eyes wrapped in sunglasses to shield him from the bright light. I found myself looking away from his face, at his still tanned legs. Looking at scrapes, and pen marks that told the story of his last few months. He is a newly eight year old. He is my son. He is not a Read more […]

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June 5, 2014

1/5

Because I am a rule bender my first public 5/5 post (inspired by Christina) is actually a 1/5. One image, five quick written thoughts. 1 & 2. Summer and child. These two are timeless. They could be from any era. Mostly I see her arm. Look at how strong it is. It has carried trays, her body in countless yoga poses, friends and now this one. She is an old friend, who knew me in my last life. I remember times when she was not so strong. I was not so strong. She prompted the first painful shot Read more […]

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May 8, 2014

Escher I hardly know her

As a girl I had this poster on my wall. I would lie in bed and reimagine the illusion into something rational. I walked my fingers along the stairs and tried not to fall off. Escher’s mobius world wasn’t changed by my imagination or tiny finger steps. Last night I dreamed of stairways. The pretty patterned stairs that connect my kitchen to the second floor had been replaced by some sort of retractable spiral space saving nonsense. I got halfway up and they would retract again, send me twisting Read more […]

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March 27, 2014

Ash Thursday

  Our furnace stopped working sometime this week. There is a symmetry to this, the furnace in the house we are buying in Denver also has amotivational syndrome. We live here now though, so we need the house to be warm. On the upside it took us a while to notice that it wasn’t working. Thats how well built this house is. On the downside it was 0 degrees last night, so we did begin to notice. Today as Steve and I worked from home he lit a fire in our kitchen. So I decided to burn things. Read more […]

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March 24, 2014

Work Out

I moved out of my office yesterday assuming the next few months would be too busy to spend time there. Just 20 hours later I am sitting at Village Wine and Coffee trying not to listen to other people’s conversation as I research spending on Early Childhood education. The problem is I find the ladies of Shelburbia more interesting than studies from 1960. I don’t want to. I want to focus on the piece I am writing for a pre school in Rhode Island, but the competition in the middle school girls Read more […]

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March 18, 2014

Ready to Roll

More than a block away from the school I hear a click. Then BEEP BEEP BEEP. My mother is riding shot gun and we are near enough to our destination for her to have unbuckled. I imagine her rolling from the moving vehicle to achieve maximum efficiency. Returning to the house with chattering boys she does it again. As soon as we pull onto the street she is free, ready to leap out, on to the next thing. Leo thrills at this and unbuckles as well, the van gets angrier, the beeps speeding up. I am Read more […]

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March 13, 2014

Can’t get enough of Shelburbia? (part 2)

Now you can live in the very house that has hosted this blog. Some of our highlights: •making smores in the kitchen fireplace •building a bridge over the creek •the boys washing each others’ backs during full family showers (tmi? too bad) •a mudroom that swallows instead of spits •puzzles in the late afternoon sunlight •late dinners on the screened in porch •jumping off of the stairs •a mid winter neighborhood store where neighbors actually trudge through the snow Read more […]

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