Is it Social or Unsocial Media? I’m not sure. Truth is, I’m awkward with social media. When I meet people and they reach out to connect on Facebook and then never interact, that seems weird to me. Or, if I reach out to them and they don’t follow back, that seems weird to me. Especially … More Social Or Unsocial Media?
Hi blogging friends and family, I’ve had a busy week. Too busy, which is ironic because, well, you’ll see below. Deadline week pressure, and Kitty #3, Penny, had oral surgery to remove a mass on Monday. Results tomorrow. Fingers crossed. (Deep breath…) Hope everyone is well and enjoying spring–or autumn–and the change of seasons. I … More Slow Down. What’s Your Hurry?
I’m in my paternal grandfather’s birthplace, Campo di Giove, Italy, with my sister and a whole bunch of cousins. This first picture of us was taken in Rome. That’s me on the right. I never thought I would walk where my Grandpa Federico Capaldo lived as a boy. It’s beautiful here! The mountains—wow!! I can … More Campo di Giove: Mi Famiglia
Hi there, it’s been a while. I feel like my blog posts get fewer and further between. I don’t like that! I enjoy blogging, sharing my little part of the world. I also enjoy reading blogs. Luckily, I have been mostly keeping up with that. I don’t like to speed through the blogs I follow, … More Mushrooms, Deadlines, and Other Facts of Life
Today’s my Daddy’s birthday. He would’ve been 86. He left us way too soon at 59. Our family never recovered from this unexpected devastating loss. We sort of all spun outward in every direction from the center of what, or who, held us together. But, does anyone ever really recover from the loss of a parent or sibling? … More One More Day
One of my favorite Christmas traditions is decorating our home with ornaments that I’ve collected over the past thirty-one years. Every year, usually early December, I go into the attic and drag down boxes and boxes of Christmas memories. I unwrap each tissue paper-covered item with great care and place them on the … More Handmade Christmas Memories
I’m thinking of my mom today. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone nine years this month. Somehow, it seems like she is both still with me–only a phone call away–and also that she’s been gone for a lifetime. Both statements are true. It has been a lifetime ago. I’m not the same person that … More Mothers, Daisies, and Time
The Woods I go to escape the news, the world, myself. Sensitive? Perhaps. Foot in front of foot, moving past lake, flowers, trees, and wobbly geese. I come upon a still-life scene and pause. Talons press down on brown fluff. One eye looking away. One eye looking at me. I convince myself to stay and … More The Woods: A Poem on the Nature of Loss
Of all the flowers in my garden, these sweet bluets (Houstonia caerulea) rank way up on my favorites list. There’s a reason for this simple spring ephemeral’s prominent place in my garden and heart. When my youngest daughter was about seven years old, she went down to the little stream by our house and dug … More Bluets: The Things That Aren’t Things
Bleeding Heart: Lamprocapnos spectablis (formerly known as Dicentra spectablis) My garden, 2017 It is Spring! Finally. The dreamwork of Winter is over and we move into the active work of sowing the seeds that we have pondered and planned the last four months. The gardens in our minds, between the pages of a book, the … More Bleeding Hearts: Of Spring and Simple Things
Giving Voice to My Astonishment 
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