Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. – Ann Brashares
the exquisite ordinary
the weekend that was
weekend magazine exploring the forgotten and the familiar my limbs are heavier and my pace is slower than it was a year ago. but slow trumps sofa any day, and the trails don’t care dough-covered hands home life and house plants clearing out and focused in a flashlight shining on forgotten memories, brought on by […]
the exquisite ordinary • fourteen
i have been doing this commute for more than a year now. and, as much as i miss being on-island all of the time, it really doesn’t suck. at all. that chance encounter on the ferry – with a running buddy i haven’t seen for months, made the ferry ride pass by in an instant […]
the exquisite ordinary • twelve
nothing conceptualises sunday afternoon bliss like a dog slumbering, belly facing the fire its almost the same as it was last time i visited 30 years ago, right down to the pews, and the hymn books, and the congregants (and the welcome) time for an afternoon cuppa with a treasured friend and margaritas with another […]
the exquisite ordinary • eleven
wake late to the rain on the roof of an unfamiliar room in a semi-familiar town residue and runoff its years since i have made sushi. and i had forgotten how fun it is to do it as a group activity. today with a brother and niece, and family piled around giving a running commentary […]