I hate clutter. I hate holding on the things, broken or unused, gathering dust on some shelf that I can’t reach without a step stool. I hate having to move these stupid clutterie things, to get to other things like Christmas decorations, or put away old baby stuff(which, is technically, more clutter). I REALLY, REALLYContinue reading “SELL ALL THE THINGS!”

Rhubarb in the ‘burb.

It’s that time of year.  Most Mainers mark the arrival of spring with the harvesting of fiddleheads.  Let me be the one to say, ew. No thanks. This is not your blog. But, if you’re looking for bitter stalks of ruby red to delight your senses, well we are your family.  Now, rhubarb is anContinue reading “Rhubarb in the ‘burb.”

A letter to our daughter on her first birthday

Dearest izzybug, What a year, my darling little girl.  As I look up at you, standing in the living room, giggling to yourself and playing with your toy box, I am overjoyed at your very existence. I, nor your father, have never done anything as amazing as raising you. And wowzas, has it been amazing. Continue reading “A letter to our daughter on her first birthday”

I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter

Winter in Maine is a different beast. It’s a thousand different things, some amazing, some not so amazing. Short, cold, windy days- followed by long, colder, windier nights. There’s a whole mess of holidays in the first part, and then a whole bunch of just trying to make it til Spring in the second part. Continue reading “I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter”