Hello again, Maine

Golden, dreamy September, I remember you.  Your days were longer than your ol’ pal December’s (heyyy there pineal gland— joke’s on you!). After our inaugural trip to Portland, Maine, this summer, we were itching to get back up north.  On our way out of town in June, we stopped in at the inimitable Rabelais Books and picked up … Continue reading Hello again, Maine

A rather long list of things I want my 17-month-old daughter to read, eventually, or, The Winnie Canon

girlcanon: I’d like for Winnie to know the power of stories, of quiet, of making, of work, of will, of baked goods, of perspective, of family, of women, of ideas, of giving, of children, of things that grow in the ground, of the poor. And even though I am no great fan of T.S. Eliot, … Continue reading A rather long list of things I want my 17-month-old daughter to read, eventually, or, The Winnie Canon

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I woke up more slowly than usual.  Mike had already fed Winnie.  She brought me a ball in bed, clambering up on top of the bedspread and proudly displayed her new ball-kicking skills into my bedhead.  It was a soft ball. We gathered up the day’s supplies (applesauce, clean dress, new stuffed bunny with a … Continue reading matins

A Brooklyn Blackberry Massacre

Tart and slightly sweet, Winnie can’t get enough frozen blackberries.  Some might even say she’s gone mad for blackberries, devouring them with such ferocity that it left our kitchen looking a little, uh, Dexter-y?   She’s really quite sweet.  Really. Really, she is.  And such a good eater, too!