On the first day of summer, I woke up and poured my coffee like normal. I washed my face, responded to a few emails and texts… It was a pretty average day. Quiet. My two dogs, Emma and Elenor, continued to remain civil yet distant. There was nothing which stood out as extraordinary. On the first day of autumn, I […]
I’ve talked about it here before, but two years ago this month I unexpectedly lost my beloved life companion Paisley. It was a fast, tragic and deeply severing loss. About eight months later I opened my heart up to love an amazingly tiny little blue-tick beagle I lovingly named Knightley and when he died just three months later… Honestly, even […]
This year of letting go has been brutal. I am left raw and bleeding, stripped away layers of love, of life, of skin and laid ready for something new. The new is hard, terrifying… I love the old, the old like you. When I knew, to my core, that this year would be the one for letting go, I feared […]
I stir the ice cream, there in that bowl. Over and over, spoon to side, and back again. The grinding sound is creating the milky masterpiece that I love so much. Often the act begins with scoops of Cookies & Cream, the one which will remain a lifelong favorite. Most often though, they consist of French Vanilla, what I remember to be your favorite and a flavor I simply cannot stand. The grinding, noise of metal spoon against glass, annoys you. This isn’t why I love to do it, but it doesn’t seem to deter me from my mission either. As long as I can make that ice cream last, fading from firm scoop to sweet cream, the more of a victory I seem to feel I have won… I never questioned why, or why I stopped playing with the treat once I no longer lived under that roof. Have I ever done that as an adult? I’ll have to ask my husband. If I have, it was more from habit than intent. As a girl, it was deliberate- thought out. It took serious concentration and thought, and I was committed to the act as if humanity’s survival depended on it… Whenever something prompts me to reflect on my childhood, and the sorts of things I loved, liked and found interesting, that silly little ice cream habit is always towards the top of my list. I would shrug it off […]
Brave to you will likely look very different then it does to me… I was recently challenged to consider the bravest thing I have done. I thought, instead, of all of the courage and bravery I have seen in the people I know and love. I have friends who have literally chased down muggers/assailants. I have law enforcement friends. I […]
