Love Notes

Sep 28, 2025 • #BOOKS

Powering Out 9/22/25

Life can change in an instant. The last few weeks reminded us to love a little harder and hug a little longer.

Last Tuesday, at 2:30 am, a drunk driver hit a telephone pole near my house. He and his passenger walked away miraculously unscathed. And he left a large wake of debris for the road crew to clean up, as well as three downed power lines - plunging our neighborhood into total darkness. I woke to a group text from a thoughtful neighbor summarizing the situation and the expected time of power restoration: 3:00-5:00 pm or possibly tomorrow. READ MORE

Sep 28, 2025 • #fall #shoes

One Foot into Fall 9/15/25

Here we go fall. I’ve decided that I would find September and October much more appealing if they didn’t come right after August ... say for example, if they were slotted in to follow December. Just picture some nice golden leaves wafting outside your window, and a bonfire to look forward to, say right behind all the holiday bustle. Doesn’t that sound nice? I'm realizing that it’s not September or October's fault that they took summer away - I think it's time I try to be nice to them. READ MORE

Sep 13, 2025 • #blue #fall

Stop Singing the Blues 9/8/25

Last Monday, I promised to stop singing the end of summer blues, and I'm fulling intending to make good on the pledge. In the words of that unexpected poet, Jimi Hendrix, "The blues is easy to play but hard to feel".

How about we lean into the playing part?

Today's note is filled to the gills - oodles and oodles of new goodies to share, sprinkled with some of the best blues from the world of design.

Care for a soundtrack to kick off the new season? I've made one for you on Spotify here - "Rock Me on the Water" ( no surprise there) and I happily promise that it doesn't include a single chord of Jimi Hendrix. It's filled with old favorites to deliver a spring to your step, and maybe even get you singing along. READ MORE

Sep 05, 2025 • #fall #summer

Sunsetting on Summer 9/1/25

The hurrah of Labor Day festivities is always seasoned - for me at least - with a dollop of melancholia, a sense of an ending. A touch of grey drifts across my last lobster roll of the season, just one of a string of bittersweet "lasts". Goodbye to Sunday night sunset cocktails on this beach above, so long to riding my 20 year old bike along the golf course to our small summer church, farewell to late afternoons needlepointing with friends on the beach, adieu to the leisurely la la land that is August in New England. For me most of all, Labor Day oozes with goodbyes to dear friends and the warm embrace of this small community.

Yet I know how lucky I am, this melancholia is only the shadow cast by gratitude. READ MORE HERE

Sep 05, 2025 • #courage #maine

True North 8/25/25

The seas in Maine have been wild and woolly from Erin this week - spray flying, waves hammering the rocks - all played against the sapphire brilliance of an August New England sky.

Do you sense a good metaphor coming on?

I've been using some of my time away on this rugged Maine coast to ponder the creative process (yes, we've talked about that here), and to contemplate life's changes. I found this line of imagery with which I'm rather smitten: You'll never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore. READ MORE