I’ve read “Green Eggs and Ham” so many times over the past week, I’m starting to go a little crazy.  Luckily, world-renowned, award-winning author Neil Gaiman heard about my predicament, and decided to perform said classic piece of literature on Youtube, to the joy and jubilation of my entire family.

In the full spirit of the Doctor (Seuss), Gaiman has done his utmost to resemble a Seuss character in this video.  Although I’m anti-screen-time for little kiddies in general, somehow this doesn’t bother me, and Charlie has listened to it/watched it approximately 5 times this morning.  Gaiman, judging from this video, lives in a boat-house.  How cool is he?  SO COOL.

Gaiman actually read this in honor of a fundraising goal reached by Patrick Rothfuss’ (another great author) wonderful Heifer International fundraising organization, Worldbuilders.

Children’s Music to Love: Tom Chapin

Tom Chapin was on repeat in our household when I was growing up, and he hasn’t lost any of his spark, at least not to my ears. Charlie loves bopping along to the tunes her mama loved as a child, although she’s not old enough to appreciate the fabulously clever lyrics–at least I don’t think she understands them, but who knows?  She’s full of surprises these days.

Here’s one of my favorites (can you guess why?):


Why I Love January in New England

So, it’s really cold again. It’s been cold before. It will, in all likelihood, be cold again.


I love winter; always have, always will.  I love the beginning of winter, when the holidays loom (food, drink, lights, and music to make us weep), but I especially love the true, deep winter that follows the new year.


While the days leading up to the new year are short and dark, by this time, late January, you can feel the light creeping back into the world, stealthy-like.  Th spring-tease thaw has come and gone, and left ice-slicks in its wake.  The creatures that hid away in the solstice darkness have re-emerged, hungry and fearless–foxes and turkeys and white-tailed deer.  They eat my holly bushes and shit on my roof, but it’s all ok: we’re in this winter thing together.


My love of winter has something to do with my love of winter sports (skiing, snowshoeing, sledding, oh my!), and also, no doubt, by my life circumstances: my daily existence does not necessitate braving snow-sloshed city streets, or navigating wet-n-wild subway cars in my office heels.  I am free to languish with my tea by the fire in the morning, and (especially lately) leave the house only to frequent a cosy library nook, or a well-lit produce aisle.


If I am honest, I will admit that my love of winter is about hibernation, and also about the anticipation of spring.  When the frost is on the pane, it’s easier to justify napping on the couch, rereading old books, and baking cookies.

But when I put Charlie down for her nap each afternoon, I tell her little stories about all the veggies we’ll grow this spring, and the ponds we’ll swim in this summer, and the places we’ll go.  Oh, the places we’ll go.

For now, however, it’s nice to just stay here, by the fire.

deliberate living


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 90 other followers