05.03.20

I am grateful for … 

A Sunday drive to new parts. The discovery of an abandoned studio. Chairs stacked neatly. A plant dried to dust. And the chance to wonder.


04.30.20

I am grateful for … 

A better end to a hard day. Sitting on the couch with my person. Talking to my brother with his. And wondering when we can hug each other again.


04.29.20

I am grateful for …

A sunny morning hike with two small people who are still finding their feet in these wet New England woods.


04.28.20

I am grateful for …

A return to Christmas. Even if just through books my 3 year-old brings to bed. When he curls into my side and listens to tales of snow and sledding and presents. When waiting was fun.


04.27.20

I am grateful for …

Trout lilies. Teaching my son how to identify them and then watching him scoop them out of the earth and into his mouth. “They taste like peas.”


04.26.20

I am grateful for … 

A garden. A place to put down roots. And wait.


4.25.20

I am grateful for …

Friends who do not fear the same things. Who do not have children. Or typical 8 to 5s. Friends forced to move every few years. Who never know “normal” or certainty. Friends who never panic. Who are not allowed to panic. Pandemic or not.


04.24.20

I am grateful for … 

An old church with a lending library out front stocked with cans of beans. And books. Because the body and the mind need nourishment in this strange time.


04.12.16

I am grateful for …

Pulling out the camping gear, plotting out a route, and getting ready to the hit the road for an adventure down south.


04.11.16

I am grateful for …

Being able to look around during our first lamaze class and think: I feel really lucky.