Monthly Archives: January 2006

Monday I called home to Portland, and my dad answered the phone. He said he was inside drinking hot chocolate to warm up, because he’d spent most of the afternoon outside in the cold, building a platform in the back … Continue reading →

Today is kind of a special day for me. It is the anniversary of the day I left Portland and moved to Philadelphia. There was no significance to the day when I picked it back in November 2001. I just … Continue reading →

I experienced a close approximation to my perfect day yesterday. I stayed in bed until a little after 10 am, finally lifting my body out of its warm down nest after getting off the phone with my friend Ingrid. I … Continue reading →

The first time I saw rosemary growing green and free was when I was five years old. I had followed my grandma Bunny outside, and we walked around to the back of her house to the slopping patch of yard … Continue reading →

I went back to church last Sunday after missing most of the month of December due to late Saturday nights at holiday parties, and a couple of weeks of Portland vacation. I was recruited to act as a greeter that … Continue reading →

I’ve spent the last couple of days looking for comfort. I can feel a hole inside me, and I’ve been looking for things to fill it. I’m not sure why this space opened recently (it’s not the first time this … Continue reading →

The unseasonable April in January weather we’ve been having may finally be over. Check out the snow falling on Chestnut Street (it is also coming down elsewhere in Philly as well).

It’s Friday. Even better, it’s the Friday before a three day weekend. My plans aren’t huge, but they will be fun nonetheless (Unitarian happy hour tonight at N. 3rd, party tomorrow night), and I’m really (REALLY) looking forward to sleeping … Continue reading →

Tonight I made quesadillas for dinner. They were mostly stir-fried veggies, on whole wheat tortillas, with just a little sharp cheddar to hold them together. I was inspired to make them because I had a bunch of peppers, onions and … Continue reading →

When I was growing up, I was a reader. That’s how people described me. I could be content for hours to sit with a book and let myself slide into a world different from my own. I could read in … Continue reading →