Day of Rest
My grandparents, both maternal and paternal, lived in Hodgdon, Aroostook County in Northern Maine where folks farmed 6-days a week and attended the East Hodgdon Bible Church. On Sundays, it was essential chores only, and the women cooked in advance – we ate...
Growth and Judgment
We stood in the entrance hall at Monticello, my friend and I, listening to the house guide. It had been a few years since my last visit, but the artifacts and information looked and sounded familiar. After the house, we toured the gardens. Unlike my previous visits...
Split Self
Several years ago, my mother gave me a t-shirt with a saying on it: When my gut says, “No,” my mouth says, “Sure, I’d be glad to.” Mother’s observation proved more and less useful: more because upon occasion I did have two minds, one thinking and the other...
Three’s a Crowd
Freya’s brother Jupiter needs a home. Over the weekend, Keith and I received an email from volunteers at Nelson County SPCA. Jupiter’s adoption last year had been successful, but the family is moving and cannot take him. And Keith and I cannot either because three...