Tag: Tasha
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Mother’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day to three of the most marvelous mothers (and most meaningful influences on yours truly!)
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Haunt & Hound
I rewind the clock eleven years, resurfacing these slightly spooky captures of Griffin on March 29, 2013. Our late Labrador retriever still presides over Rosslyn’s entrance staircase in my memory. His handsome mug and build, relaxed and lethargic, gazing down, anticipating adventure. Or a banquet. The ghostly image and Griffin’s eyes conjure a perfect pub…
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Home Away
Two days ago I shared a scrapbook post that mentioned our “home away from home” and that subsequently referenced Curtain Bluff in Antigua (aka Wadadli). Immediate context was this welcome letter. That welcome letter and the sea urchin test (ie. shell) featured in that post. A fragile artifact from our home away from home… […]…
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Daddy’s Girl
One of the very best ways to begin and end the day is a Carley cuddle. Our unabashed daddy’s girl is always up for a snuggle, a massage, spooning, hammocking,… As an early bird — I’m usually up by 5 or 6 o’clock in the morning — breakfast duty falls to me. Since the outset…
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Canine Companions
What is your favorite animal? So many animals to favor, and yet it is the wholeness, the interconnectedness, of *all* animals that I favor most. So, instead, I’ll respond to this prompt as a sort of playful panegyric to our canine companions, past, present, and future. For while I do not favor dogs above all…
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Is Home a Place, a Feeling, or a Relationship?
In the days since publishing “What Makes a House a Home?” I’ve been fortunate to enjoy follow up exchanges with many of you. It seems that we all have some compelling notions of homeness! Thank you for reaching out and sharing your often personal stories. I’ve mentioned to several of you that I’d like to…
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Pandemic Puppy: Carley Corona
We lost our last Labrador Retriever, Griffin, in the months preceding the pandemic. Only a few months later we lost Susan’s mother, the best mother-in-law I could have conjured from the depths of my imagination. And then we plunged into the pandemic. In those early weeks that bled into a month, then two months, we…
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What Makes a House a Home?
At the root of Rosslyn Redux is a question. What makes a house a home? Simple question. Less simple answer. More precisely, the answers to what makes a house a home are diverse and possibly even evolving — slowly, perpetually — as we live our lives. What defines “homeness” as a child likely differs as…
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Leaping & Untethering
In the spring and summer of 2006, when Susan and I took a leap of faith and made the decision to pursue Rosslyn as our future home, it was apparent to both of us that we were biting off considerably more than we could chew. Dream big. Dream a little bigger. And then leap! From…
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Morning Light, Front Hallway
Ah, that morning light… Long before we purchased Rosslyn, before we’d even had any realistic discussions about purchasing Rosslyn, and before I personally had wrapped my mind around the possibility of Rosslyn becoming our future home, before all of this, I began experiencing a recurring daydream. If you imagine a daydream to be a bit like…
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Wavy Window Glass
I find something whimsical and intriguing about looking through o-o-old windows. Antique panes of glass. Wavy window glass that subtly distorts and dream-ifies the view. Another more Apollonian observer might consider this riffled reality discomfiting, unsettling. But wonder wells within me when grandfatherly glass slumps and swirls. It’s like a watercolor. An impressionist painting. A mirage. It…
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Morning Meander
My best days at Rosslyn start with a mellow morning meander to the waterfront to watch the sun rise up out of the Green Mountains. Or to the vegetable gardens and orchard to pick fresh fruit while sipping my tea. Or around the property inspecting flower beds and deadheading peonies or whatever else has bloomed…