New year thoughts
The first week of the new year has come and gone, and I promised myself I would take the week in stride and try not to get anxious about how much needs to get done.
The first week of the new year has come and gone, and I promised myself I would take the week in stride and try not to get anxious about how much needs to get done.
It’s almost New Year’s Eve, but I’ve been thinking about the holiday season…when I was younger. Thanksgiving was just a few short weeks ago, but it was always my dad’s day to shine.
This past weekend marked a milestone for my little Betty that had me both excited and anxious. She has been with me for a decade and always right by my side, between my feet, on my lap, in my face. I even carry her around like a baby, and she molds right into me.
Let’s talk pizza. As much as I like to cozy up into a booth or sit outside with Betty so she can enjoy going out, I also love making pies at home. Either way, she always scores the pizza bones. Scooch in with Betty and me as we talk pizza.
When I first moved to Providence years ago, I noticed a community garden that took up at least two city blocks just two miles down the street. There’s quite a bounty behind that little wooden fence—rows and rows of raised garden beds.
Every year during the week of my birthday, we head to a little island that’s 13 miles away, or a 35-minute fast ferry ride, from the mainland. Block Island is not only a treat, but a retreat…like going back in time. The layers of stress peel off with every swell underneath the ferry’s bow.