I have a problem with my mouth. It doesn’t necessarily listen to the relatively small part of my brain that tells me to be graceful, be still in a moment, be couth. In other words, I blurt; brain-to-mouth with relatively no filter. I like to think it’s part of what makes me “quirky,” borderline “charming” … More A Case of the Puckering Buckeye and the Other Puckering Buckeye
Yesterday I went to Skunk Hollow, a rural area of northern Indiana County, Pennsylvania where my brother lives. It’s an Amish area, since the early 40s according to my late Gram, who said she was there when they bought the first farm in the area. I was there to pick elderberries, but arrived late. I … More A note on yesterday, a teaser for tomorrow and another trip to Coshocton, Ohio
I’m Baxter, and I’m taking over Mom’s blog today, because I think everything’s been too much about people stuff lately. Mom promised we’re going to have a Madison day together tomorrow, the way we did when we first arrived. I hope so, because there’s a lot for me to do here.
If you prefer your Marla in a box of sunshine, this post is not for you. Close the window and return tomorrow. There will be a new rainbow, or fluffy kittens and plenty of sunshine when you come back, and our relationship will be none the worse for it. But today I’m lonely. I’m sad. … More Heritage Trail Day 2: Grief and Loneliness…and one more wipeout.