I had a lovely birthday celebration with my family in New York. Much love all around, and I was showered with gifts, most notably a high-end stethoscope from my father, and a leather-bound flask from Rob. Charming ( Read more... )

Not a sewing icon, but close enough ( Read more... )

We found it on Main Street: a ramshackle old house with peeling green paint, stained glass windows, and a large wooden sign hung above the front porch proclaiming, "UN-ORDINARY." Below the porch, half-hidden in the bushes, a smaller sign announced with perfect banality, "FOR RENT."

Who wouldn't be intrigued? We inquired. An elderly lady answered ( Read more... )

Downeast Maine is, confusingly enough, really that bit of Maine that is very coastal and very northern and almost Canada. It's entirely different from the middle bits of Maine. The middle bits are wooded and a little tamer, it seems to me ( Read more... )

Last year I wrote a poem about a failed attempt to force bulbs in a bowl in my house (the last three lines: "What forcing have I done to ruin hope in winter? / What hope is this that forces bulbs to fall? / These bulbs have frozen and I cannot force the thaw." Okay, I was pretty depressed ( Read more... )

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( 39 questions about 365 days. )

1.) Forty-seven days until I am done with my job, including weekends ( Read more... )