Pea Shell, My Belle
byI’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine…
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Whatever We Deny or Embrace
byScouring secondhand stores is nothing new for me. One day last week I realized that I was clothed entirely in used gear, excepting my…
Recharged
byIt’s just supposed to be a quick trip. Three hours tops. Instead, it turns into an all-day adventure — bookended by hefty doses of…
Lucky Strike
byI don’t take much to jewelry, personally. In high school, I convinced my mom and dad that I had to have a class ring…
Skeleton at the Feast 2017
by“I’ve found my thing, and that’s what I stick with,” a friend once told me, when I was trying to push her into some…
Comfort and Joy
byThe winter of 2015, Alzheimer’s took away my Mom’s ability to speak. That same week, a pair of cardinals, her favorite bird, built a…
Mistakes
byMistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…
Closing the Book
by“Are you sure you want to do this?” Two boxes appeared on the screen. I selected “Yes.” “If you do this, K— and S—…
Plains, trains, automobile
byThere was a moment last weekend when I felt like that pilot played by Tom Hardy in “Dunkirk.” We’re driving the Leaf toward Americus,…