My daughter has decided she wants to plant a garden. I blame Earth Day. Her science class is requiring her to do some Earth Day activities and she thinks gardening will be fun. I agree, in theory, gardening is fun. You plant seeds, watch them grow, and harvest delicious tomatoes, peppers, and way too much zucchini. In actuality, you plant seeds, watch a few of them come up, battle the weeds, fight the rabbits, and melt in the 95-degree heat as your plants wither around you. Can you tell I am not a gardener? After a lot of painful effort, I have a couple of fairly decent flowerbeds in my…

I have recently been researching the feasibility of moving to Canada. Or Iceland. Or anywhere with a long and frigid winter. I think I have mentioned before that I am not a summer person. It has been very summery around here and I am not happy about it. Over the weekend, it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and the heat index was much higher. I don’t know what that is in Celsius but let’s just say that you needed gills to breathe and I probably could have cooked an egg on the sidewalk if I had been so inclined. I was not so inclined because that would have involved leaving…

I sat down to write a book review but I am tired and that is just not going to happen tonight so instead, you get all the random thoughts that have been running through my head as I sit with my fingers poised over the keyboard. Really, it is just a list of things to tell you, none of which in any way are particularly interesting or merit a blog post but I am telling you anyway. I started running. Again. But this time it seems to be sticking. I just finished week six of a couch-to-5k program and I can now run for 22 minutes straight. I have always…

I want to sit with my feet buried in the sand, the sound of the waves in my ears, and a book in my hands that I barely glance at because I am so busy enjoying the moment. I want to look for sea glass and shells and oddly shaped rocks. I want to eat ice cream and fried shrimp and clam chowder. I want to walk down the beach in the evening as the sand cools and the waves lap around our feet. I want to shiver and protest as I slowly creep my way into the cold New England ocean but I’ll do it anyway because that is…