A Summer Gift For You
When I first imagined the book that eventually became Roots and Sky, I pictured an old-fashioned treasure, something like the books I seek out in thrift stores and used bookstores. I thought my stories would be interspersed with seasonal tips and recipes and nostalgic pen-and-ink illustrations. Almost as soon as I began writing, I...
Gardenbound: A Maplehurst Tour
A garden, unlike a house, is never still. It is not an object but a moment. To observe a garden, one must catch it like a butterfly in a net (but please do let it go again. Beauty cannot be preserved or it ceases to be itself). When I give someone a tour of the gardens here at Maplehurst, I catch myself crying, “Oh, if...
When Mother’s Day Looks Like Empty Arms (A Guest Post)
I look forward to Mother's Day. My life brims with beautiful mothers: my own, my mother-in-law, my two sisters, and my sister-in-law. Though my four children never have managed to plan a breakfast in bed, they are not stingy with homemade cards and hugs. When I stirred my youngest awake this morning, she said, before even opening her...
Homebound: An Easter Tour of Maplehurst
Elizabeth and I are homebound. She, a writer of poetry and prose, is bound to Mersea, a 1904 white Victorian nestled in the historic district of a South Carolina shrimping village. I am bound to Maplehurst, a red-brick farmhouse built by Pennsylvania Quakers in 1880. We are both writers, wives, and mothers, but nearly twenty years and hundreds...
These Farmhouse Bookshelves (Friendship Edition)
You probably know that I love to share about the books I'm reading just as often as I can, but it's a rare day when I can tell you about a wonderful new book on friendship written by one of my oldest and dearest, real-life friends. Never Unfriended: The Secret to Finding and Keeping Lasting Friendships by Lisa-Jo Baker I want to tell...
Life and Death Among the Trees
For weeks now my children have not been able to stop themselves from singing April showers bring May flowers. Even the four-year-old, she who serenades her dinner companions every evening with the months-of-the-year ditty she learned in preschool, knows that this song is not yet quite appropriate. But each one of them also knows that it...
