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Messiah. Nutcracker. Blizzards. Butter. And Gratitude.
Up to my waist in broken ice, snowshoes scrambling for good footing in the melting marsh, I struggled for breath as freezing water saturated clothing and skin. I wasn’t too busy to miss Pock sinking into a happy crouch. My dog was a Lab. Water—any water— was heaven-sent.
I learned to respect March outings by keeping close to shore where it’s only ankle deep. Or taking a nap.
“Nooooooo,” I yelled. “No, don’t jump! Not fun in here. Not FUN! Continue reading
Of Course I Should Have Done It … Sooner
Sandra Neily here: I should have done it sooner. Well, that’s perhaps an endless list for most of us. (Including my missed Crime Writers posting date last week. Apologies to the team.) But I should have done this sooner. My … Continue reading
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Flower Riot and Paying Deep, Deep Attention
Sandra Neily here: It was a wonderful day except for the tick. Grateful for Maine’s Tick Lab.) This week my second novel, Deadly Turn, was finally published. It’s taken years, with a long break for cancer treatment and then more … Continue reading
Dreaded June Stuff. But Great Swamp Video …
Sandra Neily here: My June topic is the dreaded synopsis (or plot summary). I suspect many readers cannot get into this type of dread, so I’ve paired the issue with something we can all ….DREAD. (Don’t miss the they’re-still-laughing black fly … Continue reading
Forks in the Road: Chosen and Not Chosen
Sandra Neily here. It’s been a month of choices and transitions, of learning, loss, and loving what might be small and also so very huge. I will start with the smaller ones. And then get to Rupert. I’ve made progress … Continue reading
Birds Of a Feather, Not Flocking Together
Sandra Neily here: Good news! Despite birders’ tendency to flock together in groups and share their spotting scopes, birding is actually a fine way to explore the outdoors with a friend or even grand-kids, without getting too close. You can … Continue reading
Social Distancing in Maine Means ‘Get Out There!’
Sandra Neily here, admitting I’ve put way too many frozen veggies in the freezer. Given how some things are flying off the shelves as people prepare to stay home more, there does not seem to be a run on frozen … Continue reading
Not The Usual Romance Suspects
Dear Readers, I am reposting my contribution from Valentine’s day for a couple of reasons: 1. people said they liked it and wished it could be up longer and 2. I’ve spent some recent time in the ER and have … Continue reading
About Maine. Nothing About Impeachment
It’s gotten kind of crazy out there. Time to pull into Maine and appreciate it. Shovel the roof. Get out with the dog and roll in the snow. Read about the some Maine things that matter. Question. What do these … Continue reading
“Then The Grinch Thought of Something …”
This is the time of year I relish quiet snow and seek out other voices: concerts in small Maine churches, the Vienna Boys Choir piped through my computer, and on the solstice, pouring a class of wine and listening to … Continue reading