• Mental Horizons,  Writing

    Old Cabins and Old Books

    I like rain on a tin roof, or the outside of a sailboat, until it becomes a deluge. We’ve been living with the constant rain for a week now and the toddler and I both have cabin fever. Geoff just works and the dog sneaks outside regularly to get muddy. And I’m not talking drizzle, either. It’s a constant, pounding downpour that makes it hard to hear the person I’m trying to talk to for work or what Skye is doing in the next room. For the summer, we are spending some time at my family’s mountain cabin. This cabin was bought by my family in the early 1900s as…

  • Mental Horizons,  Random

    Finding Community

    “What do you think it will take for Geoff to want to move here?” a good friend asked me. We were sitting in a covered area next to a brewery at a picnic table finishing up the french fries the kids had left in their rush to get back to climbing trees. Even Skye was running around, following the older kids to the tree and circling the bottom, observing how they climbed. It was a fair question. I knew I loved the area and, if we had to quasi-settle, it would be where I chose, but it also needed to be somewhere Geoff would love, too. My answer, finally, came…

  • Food & Beauty

    Rosewater

    I was never a huge fan of rosewater, mainly because it seemed frivolous, until I started making my own. Now I know how incredibly useful it is, as well as easy to make at home. I have a pot simmering on the stove right now full of rose petals and a huge jar cooling on the counter of the batches already made and waiting to be put into cute jars to hand out to friends. “Who brought you roses?” Geoff is eyeballing the roses in the sink, savvy enough to spot red roses, but a little confused as to why their stems have been removed and they’re rinsing in a…