For Thanksgiving

For Thanksgiving

Singing together old church choruses, with the rich alto harmonies and male tenor I've known since the womb, is like coming home for me.

The beach at high tide

The beach at high tide

I'm not knowledgeable about the tides but yesterday there was no beach to walk or sit on, only wind-whipped waves crashing against the rock walls.

More than a fuzzy feeling

More than a fuzzy feeling

I am extremely gratified at the character traits I see in my children. Determination, tenacity, long suffering, responsibility, sacrifice, kindness. Equally though and perhaps more importantly, I am thrilled that hope is the fruit of that character growth.

An unraveling of sorts

An unraveling of sorts

I am doing what comes naturally to me, what I am strong at, and feel confident in: creating a structure to help me solve a problem.

Where I'm at

Where I'm at

After nine months of pushing in directions that were uncomfortable for me, growing because of that, but also reaching my breaking point, I don't need a staycation.

First things first

First things first

I am soaking in our safe return to the peninsula and our good fortune to live in this home right now. I am reveling in everyone under one roof again.

The road to Millinocket

The road to Millinocket

Only four more days, given or take one, of this adventure, where the road to Millinocket is nearly the road home.