Under the Influence

As if the world wasn’t topsy-turvy enough. Heading into the first October weekend, news and opinions and what-if propositions crackled like the burning red and orange maple leaves outside my window. To soothe my nerves, I quaffed a crisp Vermont IPA. Maybe Sunday, or the day after that, will be a better day to start my October sobriety.

Whatever I want

As I unclipped Rangeley’s leash at doggy daycare yesterday morning, I wondered, as I usually do, what must they think?  “She doesn’t have a job. What does she do all day that she can’t take care of the dog?”  Brushing off the imagined judgment, I tick through the items on my to-do list. It’s notContinue reading “Whatever I want”