January is well underway, my to-do list is truly terrifying, and the little guilt demon on my shoulder is whispering ‘you haven’t written anything new in over a month’. But you know what? I don’t really care. I just spent a wonderful three weeks with my parents visiting from Brazil, and my brother and his... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening my soon-to-be-13-year-old arranged a last-minute movie outing with a couple of school friends. The kind where you're supposed to drop them off and pick them up afterwards. The first of this kind for him, ever. That same evening, my 11-year-old was invited to a last minute sleepover. So my husband and I were... Continue Reading →
Summer is hard. Don’t get me wrong; summertime has its charms... But see here, I have kids. And I live in the USA, which means school vacation is a long, long, beastie. So halfway through summer, I was done with summer. My husband is done with summer. Even the kids are done with summer by... Continue Reading →
Yesterday we spent the day in New York City, celebrating my niece's 13th birthday. It was a rainy, grey sort of day, with that veiled beauty that comes from a wet and misty sky. This was my first summer visit to the city. Central Park is a whole other beastie when all decked out in... Continue Reading →
My lawn is full of wild violets... So pretty. They're supposed to be 'lawn undesirables' but I love them. My neighbors can keep their perfect, labor-intensive lawns; I'll take violets in spring any day!
Went out yesterday to pick up my birthday gift... Pretty, pretty, shiny, shiny.
It’s Sunday. The sun is shining, and up here in the wilds of suburban Connecticut it finally looks like spring. Things are stirring in the earth – stirring, I tell you! And, after several weeks where I could think of nothing but the characters from my most recently completed novel, I have new things stirring... Continue Reading →
And this is why I should not be allowed to dabble in crafts. (Why yes, that is a tube of super glue stuck to my finger...)
Sometimes, trees happen. (You can't really see it from the pics, but it missed the house by a few steps. Well played, wind.)