Being involved with the rural North Country is like being in a bad love affair. The summer woos me with warm breezes off one of The Great Lakes and the river. It offers me lush greens and sunlit days. It entices me with a multitude of lavish experiences: picnics under the trees, quiet moments on …
Free the Bonsai, Free Me
One day when I was 46, I decided to hike all 46 of The High Peaks of the Adirondacks. I tend to live out my life in headlines, always proclaiming a new interest with passion and bursts of wild enthusiasm. So 46 at 46! The coincidence had a certain mystical quality to it and I …
A Covid Captive’s Search for Meaning
Writing is a kind of therapy for me. It gives me a chance to sort out thoughts, face my emotions, and define feelings. But this week I find it difficult to write. I cried as I watched the events on January 6th. Since then, I have watched the news and the talking heads, trying understand …
The Sun in the Midst of Darkness
I know when I go off the deep end. I can tell when my soul has crossed over to something numb or, worse yet, into the darkness. The warning signs show themselves in the condition of my house. Bed not made. Clothes on the floor. Dishes, pots, and utensil in a mess on the counter. …
The Escape of the Covid Captive
I woke up and actually didn't know what to do with myself. It was early September 2020, the nineth month of the worldwide pandemic. I had cleaned out drawers and closets, cut down the understory around my house, sewn masks, painted a picture, lost four pounds on Noom, and relearned how to make yeast bread. …
NonPolitical Rantings from a Covid Captive
Many times over the past few years, I'd say 7 or 8 times, I have received phone calls from my political party asking for a donation. Each time I've told the the solicitor that I wouldn't give money unless I could talk to someone about my concerns. All 7 or 8 times no one ever …
Worries of a Covid Captive Grandma
Before the pandemic, unless I was traveling, I would see my grandkids every other week. I would arrive at their house at noon, stay overnight and then leave around noon the next day. Since the new normal, I have only seen them two times for a total of less hours than I could count on …
Confessions of a Covid Captive
I haven't written in a while because how could I write when I didn't know who I was? How do any of us live when what we thought was normal suddenly disappears, when routine and certainty is gone? How do we understand anything when our reality is so different and our thoughts and feelings have …
Trilliums for Beth J
Dear Beth, We have a tradition since you moved away. Every spring, I post pictures for you of the trilliums that bloom in my woods. I have the white ones and one very large red that you really like. They appear every year at the far corner of my property by the beaver pond. I …
Circles
I have felt fractured, broken the last few days. I was fine getting through almost five weeks of "social distancing". I was doing my part and felt proud of myself. And then things shifted as people without masks in close proximity were protesting the Covid-19 stay-at-home policy. I felt violated and wondered if all my …
The Autonomous Traveler 