Full moon, full life, full heart

It’s been a week. First, there was the 100 mile (each way) road trip on Sunday to watch my son’s soccer team play in the finals which ended in an urgent care visit and 3 staples in his scalp after he took a cleat to the head.  Looks pretty innocent, right? The next night, Rocco … Continue reading Full moon, full life, full heart

Getting myself out of a (strawberry) jam

While I was picking through quarts of strawberries last week at the grocery store, a woman asked me if I was making jam. “Jam? No way,” I said. “That’s way too complicated for me.” She pooh-poohed my hesitancy and assured me that making fresh berry jam was a piece of cake (that’s a little foreshadowing … Continue reading Getting myself out of a (strawberry) jam

Traveling solo. Again.

The trip I’m currently in the midst of was planned numerous times during the past 3 years. The original plan for 2020 was for two weeks in Spain with my youngest son, followed by two weeks in Greece on my own. As you might imagine, there was no trip in 2020. I optimistically planned the … Continue reading Traveling solo. Again.

It’s all too beautiful

After nearly a week in Greece (already!), I still find myself purring like an island cat at nearly every sight my eyes land upon. The water with its shades of blue, the mostly cloudless sky, the bourgainvillea in deep shades of purple and pink…it’s simply beautiful. Here, on Paros, the pedestrian streets are mopped each … Continue reading It’s all too beautiful

Tears for the red, white and blue

I woke up July 4th on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. My legs were stiff from being folded up together for 6 or 7 hours and my eyes were dry from sleeping with my contact lens in. Despite these discomforts, I was thrilled to not be in the United States to celebrate Independence … Continue reading Tears for the red, white and blue

A Greek myth

Since I first visited Greece in July 2019 I’ve been attempting to return. I’ve purchased plane tickets and reserved airbnbs three times now and I’m optimistically hoping the third time's the charm. Fingers crossed. It’s hard to say what made that trip with my middle son so special, but I imagine warm blue water, cold … Continue reading A Greek myth