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in which we talk crone week

It’s Crone Week, y’all. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about all of this, but I’m also trying not to be overly concerned with how I’m “supposed” to feel right now. I have enough on my plate without trying to jam my feelings into propriety. I’ve spent my day engaging in active comfort; a long early morning walk, flea…

on stress making (you can make it a part of your life, too)

I’d promised to post a recipe for that whipped body butter on the blog late last week, and I wanted to get that up here before I got too busy and it slipped my mind. I’ve been playing around with a version that eliminates the coconut oil, and I have a butter & oils order en route that I’m looking forward to using in a few experiments, but here’s the basic idea. There’s a lot of room for improvisation here- really, this is more “notes” than a recipe, but I’ve given you the bare bones, and you can play with substituting different elements once you’ve given it a trial run.

in which we return to our approximately scheduled programming

Everything is coming together over here, but it’s moving quickly, instead of the slow, steady process I originally had in mind. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I’ve got way too many irons in way too many fires, and that’s good & distracting for the moment. Me and my planner are doing some good things. We’re going to pretend…

in which I am a day too late, but really, let’s just get back to it already

Kiddo is home in Baltimore again and we have begun trying to return to our normal daily lives, too. I’ve spent the last month running up and down the East Coast, which has had me thinking a lot about travel, space, and especially this country; how we are built of regions, all of these spaces and cultures which are can…

on downsizing and the things that stick

I’ve been getting questions about how a person gets rid of things, which I have to tell you amuses the life out of me, because I frequently feel as though my own things are closing in on us. I know that this isn’t in fact true, but to have multiple somebodies asking for advice on getting rid of things strikes me…

in which I need to warn you: there are slugs in this post

I mean, it just seems like the polite thing to do: slugs give folks the willies, but I don’t want to surprise anyone, all— HEY, LOOK AT THESE SLUGS, because I don’t think that’s what anybody is coming here for, you know? I’ve got to talk to you about the leopard slugs, though. I really, really do. I mean, nobody…

on my city and this horrible week, already

Oh, Baltimore. There aren’t words for what has happened here over the last week, most especially in the last 24 hours. I’m not really going to try, at least not right now. To everyone who has checked in with us, thank you so much. That was really sweet and we feel very loved for it. We’re safe; things are quiet…

in which there is a sense of place

One of the things I’ve been asked most frequently in the last few weeks is whether or not we will stay in Baltimore. In Maryland at all, too, which is odd enough, but in Baltimore specifically, which— well, wow, folks. I mean, leaving hadn’t even crossed our minds. The short answer is that we’re staying in Baltimore because Hopkins, because…

in which we are home again, home again!

We’re back from California, and oh, friends; what a change, let me tell you. The drive gives us a bit of time to acclimate, I suppose, but going from the 70- degree, sunny days of Santa Clara to Baltimore’s approximately 25- degree snowstorm in five days? Boof. Booooooooof. Where do I register my formal objection? It was a great trip;…