• 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…

  • Mental Horizons

    Going to the Ballet

    “There’s another toddler here,” I notice her while we’re standing in line to pick up our tickets. There are lots of well-dressed adults and plenty of adorable little girls running around, but Skye is the youngest we’ve seen. I’m mildly relieved I’m not the only mother in the area who brings her kid to the ballet. We slid into our seats right before the orchestra started, realizing we were sitting right next to the percussion section. At first, Skye jerked every time the drum hit or the cymbals crashed, but then she got into the flow of music and was just fascinated by watching them play. Then the curtains came…