Back when I was still just a fisherman’s girlfriend, there was a wonderful blog I read often called Commercial Fishing Mom. It was written by a woman from a fifth-generation commercial fishing family who had herself married a fisherman. It was a chronicle of what life was like for her and her family. Of her husband leaving […]
Read MoreIn Search of Home
I woke up disoriented, almost unsure of where I was. Like a girl in the sort of novels I like to read who wakes up somewhere she’s never seen before after whatever horrible magical thing has happened to her and can’t quite remember how she got there. I blinked into the dark. I was myself. […]
Read MoreDo Something Worth Writing
“If you wou’d not be forgotten As soon as you are dead and rotten, Either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.” Benjamin Franklin Write Something Worth Reading I don’t remember when I first heard that Ben Franklin quote, but I think it was probably in high school because I remember feeling […]
Read MoreThe Gentle Art of Speaking to Spirits
I’m supposed to be sleeping, but I’m wide awake in the dark. I can hear my husband breathing next to me, slow and steady as the tide. I should close my eyes. I should go back to sleep. It’s no use. I’m awake now. I get up. I sling my coat around my shoulders and […]
Read MoreHope & Houseplants
There’s very little plant magic in my family. Family lore has it that my great-grandmother kept a beautiful garden. If it’s true, she certainly let those skills die with her. So, I grew up in a house that had no plants in it, with a garden we mostly left to itself. You see, leaving it […]
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