The first thing I did upon waking was clean up a regurgitated mouse from the bathroom floor ( Read more... )

It's the birthday of the great Tua!  His age is now Larry Bird's jersey number.  Lucky duck.

Overheard at the King Arthur Flour cafe at the Dartmouth library (where I am sitting out a day of high humidity, heat, and dangerous thunderstorms):

Undergrad with utter shock in her voice: "They don't even like gay people!  That is so fucked!"
   - The same ( Read more... )

I wrote about my favorite story for Good Friday: The Grail, Sir Parzifal, and the Fisher King.  I did a short, off the cuff homily on it a few Good Fridays ago, and finally got around to putting it in down on (e-)paper.

I woke up this morning remembering the large family reunions my mom's family used to have. We'd rent out all the cabins in a cave-riddled state park in Indiana (my mom's family is HUGE - I am the oldest of around 40 first cousins) and go spelunking and playing capture the flag together.  We'd swim in a river, right below the waterfall.  We'd try to ( Read more... )

Tua had another round of tests yesterday and then met with the nephrologist, and the new meds are working!  Which means they've at least temporarily halted the kidney decline, which means no need for an immediate kidney transplant (or even worse, dialysis!).  The doctor's 99% sure Tua will need at least one new kidney at some point (transplanted ( Read more... )

I can imagine a better way to celebrate Lent than self-denial and body-negativity.  Ashes and Earth: Practicing Resurrection in Lent.

Two recent posts: One on handmade presents, another on the return of wild turkeys to our woods.

One a Vermontization of the Celtic Deep Peace blessing.  The other a somewhat disjointed meditation on the joy of the young farmer movement.

So I finally wrote about how it feels to be one of the "barren" women in the Advent season, and though it's not received a single comment on the site itself, I keep getting FB notes and emails.  I had *no idea* so many other women were struggling with this.  Sometimes simply with the judgments that one receives for choosing not to procreate, ( Read more... )

I am thankful for:

three potential indexing clients last week
the beginning of mukluk season
chosen family
medicine
music
cats and chickens
a place to live
Tua
good food and good land