My husband always describes himself as a bit bereft after our young-adult son has left the house to return to his home elsewhere following a visit.

Now I understand.

The two of them have just driven away, headed for the train station, our two-week holiday visit at an end. Bereft I am. Continue reading →

I took a walk in the cold, snowy woods this evening. The woods were filled with deer.

It was sublime, a perfect surprise to redeem a frigid week in which I have found myself working long hours in a shiveringly-cold office, missing precious time with my son. Continue reading →

That was some moon the other night. I say night, but I didn’t see it until morning. My husband spotted it hanging around just above our garage, a late-night reveler out past curfew, slowly making its way home. I put it in my front windshield and drove with it all the way to work.

I hoped it would be the harbinger of a good day, but it wasn’t. I’ve had better workdays, and shorter ones. By the time I emerged, it was almost nightfall again, and I had missed my only opportunity to take two cooped-up dogs to the park for a few minutes of frolic to break up the monotony of being stuck indoors nearly non-stop during a cold spell that apparently is on pace to tie an all-time record. Continue reading →