Hey everyone who reads my blog! I decided sometime this spring that I needed a long break from blogging which I had originally posted about here. I made my blog private because my plan was up for renewal and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pay another year of hosting; a free account means ads show up (and I don’t make anything from them) which I didn’t want. I used the time offline to sort through three years of posts to decide which I wanted to keep or discard. I decided to pay for hosting another year so here it is! I’m still not planning to get back into blogging on a regular basis but I do update regularly on Instagram. Anything related to books I publish in the future (and there will be!) will be posted here to my blog. I hope you are all finding ways to enjoy the simple pleasures of being alive and can find comfort in the fact that 2020 is almost over! And yes, my silver hair matches my vintage aluminum Christmas tree! As always, no plans to cover it up…
April was a tough month for so many reasons, the weather being one of them. We broke a record of 79 years with not a single day above 60 degrees! It was mostly highs in the forties and low fifties, wet, dreary and we had a surprise snowstorm the second week of April (shown above). Then all week I had a headache that finally went away overnight. Receiving two different surprises in the mail from friends this past week really raised my spirits! You’ve gotta see how cute they are:
I really wish the cliched photo of a human silhouette standing on a mountaintop or road with arms raised would cease to be the image to represent “success”. I keep seeing it on marketing materials and a quick google search for “success” turns up the same nonsense. It seems so 1990s Tony Robbins which works for some people, but not for me. All I can see, besides lack of imagination and following a tired marketing message is someone expressing their own greatness for having climbed a metaphorical mountain on their own. If that’s success then I’m an abysmal failure!
“God will not look you over for Medals, Degrees or Diplomas, but for Scars!” -Elbert Hubbard, The Note Book of Elbert Hubbard
I’ve learned that time does NOT heal all wounds but God loves them and us! There can be beauty in a graceful brokenness when we use God as a crutch. But wait, isn’t needing a “crutch” a sign of weakness?! YES! Aren’t we weak when we’re left to only our own devices? I choose spiritual prowess over destructive earthly vices I’ve given up. I no longer feel ashamed about my scars, a shame which fueled a lot of my destructive crutches (smoking, drinking, overeating). I’m not ashamed to say I’m in recovery, my last drink being almost twenty-five years ago. I’m cool with not being cool. My deepest scars are invisible, although I do have, shall I say, an “oven kiss” on my hand I acquired while removing a lasagna from the oven last fall.
The college admissions scandal has highlighted what some have referred to as “affirmative action for the wealthy.” As I mention on my “about” page, I grew up in subsidized housing but went to an Upper East Side prep school with the aid of a scholarship. My freshman year of college was spent at Bennington College, also via scholarship. It was too painful for me to continue to be the kid from the wrong side of the tracks in places where the vast majority of students came from very wealthy homes. It was then I decided to transfer to the University of Maine in Orono where I earned my B.A. in English.
I attended grad school at the University of Vermont where I lived in a tiny house in the woods complete with big spiders* (steel-toed Doc Martens are a form of organic pest control) and was fortunate to have been awarded an assistantship for two years which paid my tuition in full and gave me a small stipend. However, that also meant my days began at 5:00 a.m. and I didn’t get home sometimes until 10 at night. Even so, my most valuable life lesson learned wasn’t a part of my curriculum, but in a playground.
I’m thrilled to have been quoted in the Winter Guide issue of Portland Monthly Magazine! Contributor Sofia Voltin did a piece on brides who wore non-traditional wedding dresses:
Wayne and I had an intimate wedding ceremony at St. Ann’s Episcopal Church in Kennebunkport followed by a steak and lobster luncheon at The Colony Hotel. We want to share some of our special day with you. (New pics added 9/25!)
Wayne and I spent Friday night at the Nonantum Resort in Kennebunkport. When we arrived it was a beautiful sunny day…
On Saturday September 15th, 2018 I married my soulmate and best friend, Wayne at our dearly beloved St. Ann’s Episcopal Church in Kennebunkport!
Posts and pics of our beautiful wedding weekend will be forthcoming. We won’t have our wedding day photos until the end of this week or next but I have plenty more to share before then!
When Wayne asked me to marry him last summer he did not have a ring; he said he wanted me to pick one out. I was truly grateful because I definitely did not want a traditional solitaire this time around. A second wedding later in life is about doing it your way. Any wedding should be that way but we know how easy it is to get caught up in what’s expected or worry about what others will think. For example, there is a stigma against smaller sized diamonds; bigger is supposed to be better.
The next day we went ring shopping locally. A lot has changed over the past twenty years of rings! There were more options, but most everything I saw was NOT ME. There was no dearth of multiple diamonds in garish settings as if marketing departments determined that’s all any bride-to-be would wear. I wanted something sparkly yet low-profile, elegant, understated and vintage inspired (of course). Continue reading “A Second Proposal”