Dear Porch Lights

Dear Porch Lights, Running from dusk towards dark, you led me home. So often, darkness is interrupted by light and love. It’s hard to know it’s coming, it’s hard to wait for it, it’s hard to even see it sometimes, but I believe it’s there. Tonight, as I ran, my heart was heavy as I…

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For the Love of Dogs (after an article by Adam Green about his beloved Quincy)

Recently I fell in love with an essay in Vogue written by Adam Green. In fact, much more than an essay, it was a heartfelt narrative of grief, and had me in tears not far through. An honest, tender, and loving articulation of the writer’s loss of his dog Quincy, as well as this dog’s…

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Sometimes, Soup Is So Much More Than Soup (Butternut Squash Soup)

Sometimes, soup is so much more than soup. Sometimes, a bowl of hot soup helps us feel at home when nothing else can. Making Butternut Squash Soup on a rainy night or cold November afternoon gives us something to look forward to when our spirits are low or we need a bit of hope. Soup…

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Weather Or Not

They say the first game of darts was imagined during the rain. A group of archers gathered indoors in a pub while waiting out the rain, and started aiming their short arrows at a point on the wall. Someone told me once I am a pluviophile: a lover of rain; someone who finds peace of…

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