My partner and I were driving home from Burlington the other day when she started to muse about the signs alongside the road, signs put up by the state. There’s the usual here-comes-your-exit signs. There’s the solar-lighted LED signs telling us there’s road construction ahead; expect little to no delay. And then there are the… Continue reading Frosty Icing
While walking across the yard the other day to fetch the mail, I was struck by the abundance of clover in the lawn. I’ve seen clover my entire life, but not this kind: the leaves were as big as quarters, and they made sturdy bunches mounded higher than the budding grass. This made me look… Continue reading Lion’s Teeth and 56 Leaves
All of the talk in the past few months about the so-called Muslim ban and the attempts to ostracize Muslims in the U.S. got me thinking about that word, ostracize. No matter where you come down on the issue, the word ostracize has a fascinating history. In the fifth century B.C., Athenians had a chance… Continue reading Symbols of Ostracism
Recently, I took on a volunteer task of tracking alumni from my high school class for our upcoming reunion. A great deal of work had been done by my predecessor, and I was given a list of 255 alums for whom we had at least an email address, with 35 missing and 45 deceased. My… Continue reading Re-member?
So I’m still stuck on infants, which I blathered on about a few weeks ago. The newbies, Max and Ellie, are doing well and are scheduled to go home very soon. That means that suddenly my niece and her husband will be responsible for the swaddling done by the NICU nurses until now. Swaddling, as… Continue reading Zealous diapers
Exciting news from the State of Maine. The Oxford comma is required by law. Now, knowing me, you know that that excites me for two reasons: I love all things Maine, and I love the Oxford comma. You’re probably familiar with Maine (at the very least, you can find it on a map), but you… Continue reading Commas and windfalls
The birth of my great-niece and great-nephew makes me ponder infants, etymologically speaking.
Huphen? Yup, if you want to be close.
The truth must be told: we limped into our new home in Vermont. We were ready to be out of the car. We realized that we were going to arrive at our new house ahead of our belongings, including our beds and any sort of chair, so we stopped at a Kmart along the way… Continue reading Home At Last
On our peripatetic trip across country, we got used to making plans on the fly. And we even forced other people to accommodate our whims. And I’m not talking about our faithful pup, Trio, who had to adjust her “whims” to match ours. I’m talking about my niece, who we didn’t bother to tell we… Continue reading Expecting a Girl