Out with the old. In with the new. Continue reading A Eulogy And An Introduction
I learned from a very young age that moving is life’s most reliable cure-all. If something isn’t going right, change it, and nothing says change like moving someplace new. If you don’t like your job, find a better one. If you don’t like your town, move to another state. There is no such thing as a move downwards, and there is no such thing as … Continue reading Motion Sickness
Last week I wrote about the sadness involved in moving to a new home, about the memories I will be leaving behind from my daughter’s first year of life and from the transformation her arrival set into motion. But for all of the sentimental attachment I feel for the house we live in now, I have to admit that my sadness has less to do … Continue reading Cash Money Dollar Bill
My husband and I have been on a lot of amazing dates (which I guess explains why we are married), but our last date can only be described as spectacular. Maybe it was the I-have-a-toddler-infrequency of our date nights that exaggerated our appreciation of a night out, or maybe it was the chorus of crickets in the background that exaggerated our fondness for Schoenberg, but … Continue reading Okay, I admit it, I like classical music.
I’m going to miss this house. I love the way light refracts through the old casement windows, filtering through the trees outside, bouncing off of the crown molding and soaking into the warm wood floors, thick with decades of wax and generations of inhabitants. I love watching my daughter grow and play on those floors, and I love sitting on my classic craftsman front porch and … Continue reading I Feel Like Going Home