Good-bye, Old House
by Barb, amid the boxes We’ve sold our Somerville, MA house. It closes (madly knocking wood) on August 3. There was a whirlwind one week period in which in went…
July Opening Lines
Add your own opening line for this picture! Edith: If ya want somebody to do something, tell ’em not to do it. I told her running alone on the rail…
Repurposing
By Sherry — how is it already July? One of my favorite things to do is take something old that I’ve found at a garage sale or antique store and…
Wicked Wednesday: Bikinis and Graham Crackers
Wait, what? Bikinis and Graham crackers? Is that what we’re supposed to wear while eating graham crackers? No, but it’s Wicked Wednesday and it’s summer, so we thought we’d feature whichever…
Declaring Independence
Edith here. I know you’re all out celebrating our country’s origins, and I wish you the best, safest, and most delicious of gatherings. Although all the signatories of the Declaration…
I Always Wanted to Live in the Country
I’m heading to my country cottage in Ireland next week. It’s been just over a year since I signed all the paperwork, and more than six months since I’ve been…
Welcome Back, Hallie Ephron
by Barb, who as of when she’s posting this, has no idea what U.S. state (or what mental state) she will be in when it’s published. If you’ve read this…
A Bowl of Cherries
Jane/Susannah/Sadie here, wondering where June went… I don’t need an astronomer, or a calendar, or standing stones to know when the summer solstice hits. I’ve got my own personal predictor:…
The Wickeds 