Winters Past & Present

Not even my parents can remember a blizzard like last week’s— when we shoveled half a foot of snow off the pond just so we could skate, while the wind reddened our faces and froze our hair. More snow covered our work in minutes. The sky cleared on Wednesday, so now it’s sun on ice— … Continue reading Winters Past & Present

Front Porch Ambitions

For seven years, I stood on my neighbors’ porches every other Friday to hand them some pages I’d written, rolled into a rubber band and labelled: Argyle News. The neighborhood newspaper was mostly a briefing of the birthdays, holidays, and graduations in my family, sometimes headlined by a tree that had fallen across Edgewood Road … Continue reading Front Porch Ambitions

A Year in Books

There’s a lot I could do, write, remember, cry over, and give thanks for at the end of 2020. I keep shadowboxing the scary idea of summing it all up— wrestling the last twelve months into a corner and chalking them up as “good,” “terrible,” or “sanctifying” (all the above). But summaries tend to accentuate … Continue reading A Year in Books

december ttmmh

"So we sing carols softly, as sweet as we knowA prayer that our burdens will lift as we goLike young love still waiting under mistletoeWe'll welcome December with tireless hope." - "Snow" by Sleeping at Last Lighting our first Advent candle in hope (and Liturgy Wood's beautiful cards) New floors Oatmeal and apples and soup … Continue reading december ttmmh