Oh, Fire Cider. Where to begin? Let’s start in the Fall of 2011. My friend, Gina, asked me to be a judge at Hancock Shaker Village’s Harvest Festival farmers’ market, which basically involved wandering through the shortbread and local honey, trying to take myself very seriously. Sadie helped, trailing along after, whispering about this and…
walking
What can we call this week? This week, between Christmas and the New Year, when the frenzy is over, but we’re still taking a break from the rest of life? We’re still living on chocolate bars from the stockings, and we forget to eat lunch. This is the week, every year, when Sadie gets a…
blueberry lavender popsicles (and a giveaway)
The August chill arrived this week. It surprises me every year. We’ll be walking through the field after dinner, and where once was all warmth, there are cold pockets of air. It’s like the cold places in a lake, defined by their edges until the warmth starts up again. The feeling of this localized chill on…
first of the month: the hopeful balloon of summer
This week started wet and cold and then got hot, hot–so much so that it immediately became hard to go to the bank or the library or even to drive through town as we do on the way home from school without the girls saying that we just must get ice cream, because mommy it is just…
the generosity of the soup tureen
As much as we’ve taken on the business of finding our own traditions in these last years, we never know what will stick.
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Occasionally I teach workshops, and I have one coming up this fall. Join me and stellar novelist 