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Living in the Drift…
Drifting in the Adirondacks, drifting through life There’s a difference between being stuck in life and being in a drifting phase, not knowing necessarily what you’re doing next. (And sometimes even...
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This weekend my wallet was stolen, along with a few other personal items, and my beloved Blackberry (and the 22 years of contacts within it), from the front stoop of my apartment building. It was among...
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Deep Thoughts vs Vacation
Zack, escaping his big thoughts on a hiking trail in the Cape. I’ve spent some hours in my life wondering how I ended up such a “big thinker.” A dear friend once said me, when I was on the verge of...
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Independence
So July 4 was yesterday. You probably knew that, what with the hot dogs and fireworks and all that. And you’re especially lucky if you live in a small town that still does the small-town parade thing....
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In California, the Vague Becomes Clear
A glass of pinot and some clarity, in California. (Arista Winery, Sonoma) I am being coddled at the moment, as I am currently in Sonoma Valley (at the Mighty Summit), enjoying wine and the company of...
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Join Me In A ReTreat! (Capitalization Intentional)
work work work work work work work me work work I’m always looking for a way to have a little time to myself. And one of the truly bizarre truths of being a working mom is that business trips = time to...
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I Want to Revolt
No Exit? Please, tell me there’s an exit. I don’t know how life got like this. Is this the life our parents lived? Working so hard and with such force that you are literally empty every day when you...
View ArticleBliss Explosion
I love fall so much. I live for fall. Autumn is my season, through and through. I love the smell of the gentle rot. I thrill to the chill that creeps up my neck. Wearing scarves brings me daily joy....
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What I Did Right
Today my son left his lunch on the kitchen counter, sad little sandwich and peanut butter crackers sitting there, waiting to be remembered. I grabbed a paper bag, wrote his name and his teacher’s name...
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New Year, Not-New Me
New Year, Old View: This landscape will outlast me and existed for eons before me. Christmas Day, 2014 As a magazine editor, every year I faced down the challenge of how to repackage the irresistible...
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