My Advisors

Daily writing prompt
List the people you admire and look to for advice…

#1) ME! I pay attention to my instincts and tend to value my own wisdom. I’ve got 58 years worth of life experience. Sometimes great revelations hit me late at night, frequently after smoking marijuana. Weed and writing both help me gain clarity.

I was recently honored to be nominated for my church’s Standing Committee. It’s the 6-member executive team that is responsible for all of the organization’s business affairs, including the annual budget and managing the staff. It’s validating, because it shows that other people respect my wisdom and judgment too.

#2) MY HUSBAND. He’s smart and he doesn’t panic. He’s very good at giving advice on medical concerns (i.e. it’s fine; you’ll be fine; I’ve had that; it’s nothing, etc) and occasionally gives good input on fashion (i.e. I like the red one better). It took him awhile to learn this, but he usually knows when the best advice is just to listen and not give any advice. IF I wanted advice on how to get physically stronger, I would ask him, because he knows a lot about it, but I’m way too lazy for lifting weights. He’s also a reader. In my opinion, people who read books tend to give good advice.

Some years ago, I would’ve put my parents on this list, but I don’t typically seek their advice these days.

My kids are getting better at advice-giving as they get older, especially my daughter who is basically a professional advice-giver through her astrology business.

My son is good for one-off tech tips like “try turning it off and on.”

The Standing Committee is also responsible for managing our beautiful, historic church building, erected in 1841.

Inside is an absolutely stunning, classic New England sanctuary in the Greek Revival architectural style. Services are online every Sunday at 10am (EST) here. Check us out, especially if you’re not “religious” and think traditional church is not for you. Atheists welcomed. We are a member congregation of the UUA. 🌈 ☮️ 💓 🌎 🎶

And miles to go before I sleep

Daily writing prompt
What book could you read over and over again?

I recently attended a “live literature” performance. A wonderful actor named J.T. Turner brought Robert B. Frost and his poetry to life. Frost was born in San Francisco in 1874, but his mother moved the family back East after Frost’s father died. He graduated from Lawrence High School (about 30 minutes from here) and spent most of his life in New England. He died in 1963 at age 88 in Boston.

Of course, I was familiar with many of Frost’s poems. They are especially well known here in New England. However, I was unaware of the many tragic events in Frost’s life. While achieving great success in his lifetime, including an unprecedented four Pulitzer Prizes, Robert Frost suffered unfathomable losses and a strong family history of mental illness.

After losing his father from tuberculosis at age 11 and moving to Massachusetts, his mother died of cancer. In 1920, he had to commit his younger sister Jeanie to a mental hospital, where she died nine years later. Both he and his mother suffered from depression, and his daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947. Frost’s wife, Elinor, also experienced bouts of depression.

Elinor and Robert Frost had six children: son Elliott (1896–1900, died of cholera); daughter Lesley Frost Ballantine (1899–1983); son Carol (1902–1940); daughter Irma (1903–1967); daughter Marjorie (1905–1934, died as a result of puerperal fever after childbirth); and daughter Elinor Bettina (died just one day after her birth in 1907). Only Lesley and Irma outlived their father. Frost’s wife, who had heart problems throughout her life, developed breast cancer in 1937 and died of heart failure in 1938.*

During the performance, I learned that the cause of death of Frost’s beloved son Carol was suicide. He was 38 and a poet, like his father. The actor portraying Frost said that Carol had chosen the woods. Lovely, dark and deep.

I’ll never hear that poem in quite the same way again.

Frost believed, as many do, that poetry is meant to be read aloud and I agree. Here is a recording of Robert Frost reading his poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.”

*source: Wikipedia

March stew

Daily writing prompt
What activities do you lose yourself in?

March in New England 😑

It’s when we get our first good look at the snowplow damage.

Now that I have extra time and fewer obligations (no job, no kids at home), I’ve been enjoying cooking more. I wouldn’t exactly say I “lose myself” in it, but I’ve been enjoying eating what I make a lot more, especially if it’s something new and different. In my opinion, a glass of wine or a bit of weed before dinner will enhance your savoring experience. Taste the flavors, enjoy them, eat SLOWLY.

I recently shared some soups and stews from New York Times Cooking. I have one more for you. It’s similar to the Tortellini Soup, but it adds chicken (so it’s heartier) and is made in the crockpot, rather than the Dutch Oven (Le Creuset). It’s easy and good. NYT recipe attached (for free). My only note would be to avoid “Muir Glen” canned tomatoes. They just don’t taste as good as some of the other brands.

Here’s how mine came out:

Lots of healthy spinach in this stew

Receiving line

Bloganuary writing prompt
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

I remember experiencing a deep feeling of being loved by my friends and family in the receiving line outside the church after our wedding. We had just said our vows and walked out onto the front lawn of the UU church, which is also the town common–a classic New England church on a big town green. It was a sunny but windy day in late May, and my long, tulle veil was blowing around like crazy. Then everyone started coming out of the church and seemed so genuinely thrilled for us. Maybe they were just happy to get outside into the sun, but I remember a real feeling of being surrounded by love.

The church
Hugging my Aunt Mary, who came all the way from New Mexico for the wedding
The blowing veil

Winter attitude adjustment

Daily writing prompt
What could you do differently?

Ugh, snow. Pretty, snow.

We’re stuck in the house all day. Our house is safe and warm.

Church and choir are cancelled. Church is online and the choir made a video.

This is going to be a boring day. I’m going to get a lot of my book read.

The power better not go out! National Grid is prepared for this.

This is just the beginning of winter. I don’t have to commute to Boston anymore.

It’s 72 degrees in Florida right now. My kids and my parents are within an hour’s drive.

Christmas is over. I left the tree up and it finally looks like Christmas.

Summer reading

How do you relax?

I like to lay on the beach with a good book. It’s usually a hassle to get to the beach in New England (driving, parking, etc), but once I’m there, I find it relaxing.

We had a discussion about “summer reads” in my book group. I was reluctant to read anything too traumatic or depressing in August. Other people made no distinction between summer reading and regular reading.

Here’s the book I read at the beach in August. It certainly looked the part. Very beachy!

REVIEW: It liked it. It was a little darker than the cover would have you think. It was a good complement to the “Summer of Barbie.” The main character is a woman (a scientist) severely hampered by the boxes American society forced women into in the 1950s and 60s. There is one central tragedy, but it has a key “summer read” element: a happy ending.

Summer is our Glory in New England

Why do you blog?

These prompts are starting to feel repetitive. Here’s an old post I wrote called Why Blog?

We’ve had so many rainy weekends in New England this summer. It’s great that we’re ending on a high note!

Summers are short, but glorious in New England. I know some people really love autumn, but it does not hold a candle to summer. Winter is horrible (unless you like skiing) and “spring” is not a thing. There’s like one warm day in May (if we’re lucky, it’s Mothers Day).

So here’s to New England in the summer.

The “Farm Coast” – Rhode Island/Massachusetts border
Quicksand Pond, RI

I like my porch

What do you love about where you live?

I have a screened-in porch, which I grew to appreciate during the pandemic. During those first three summers, I lugged an inflatable mattress out there because I wanted to have a comfortable place to read and smoke weed. I called it my flop bed. This year, I bought an actual chaise. It’s not quite as comfortable as the mattress, but it looks better.

Screens are key in New England due to the mosquitoes.

I like the nature sounds and tree view on my porch.

Revenge Weather 

[Inspired by this daily prompt]

New England winters get old, REAL old, after 50 years.  Sure, they start out great: sledding, skating, lots of snow days and hot chocolate when you’re a kid.  Later, when you’re young and single and living in the city, they might mess up your commute, delay a flight or two, or worst of all, force you to contemplate slashing your upstairs neighbor’s tires when he parks in the spot you spent an hour shoveling and had clearly “saved” with an antique trash can.  But, it’s not until you have kids, a house, and a driveway all your own, that you really start to HATE them.  (Don’t even get me started on snowblowers, ice dams, frozen pipes, black ice, and roof rakes.)

This is why so many New Englanders, the minute we have even the smallest amount of disposable income, cannot resist hopping on planes and flying three short hours to Florida in January, February, and March.  Now the winters aren’t always hot and sunny in Florida, but they are reliably better (much better) than from where we came.

Sometimes, the most satisfying thing about being in Florida is hearing about the New England weather you’re missing while you’re down there.  Whether you’re in Disneyworld, or at the beach, or simply strolling around outside between grocery shopping trips to Publix, it’s very satisfying to read something like this in The Boston Globe:

Monday and Tuesday will have highs in the mid- to low 20s, but the windchill effect could be down to single digits for Monday and as low as zero to -10 degrees for Tuesday. Up to 4 inches of snow is expected. 

Ha! And I’m not there.

the terribly guilty look of a woman who spontaneously abandons her family in New England for a weekend visit with friends in Delray Beach