I CAN’T EAT ANOTHER BITE. OH LOOK, PIE!

Ah, Thanksgiving. Like many of you, we’ll sit around the groaning board, swap lies, and whoop (intermittently) How ’bout those Giants!

 

Mostly though, we’ll feast on the stories ~ memories of Grandma’s chicken soup with rice, the cast-off toilet (lid up) in the yard, Ma’s frozen French fries cooked with a brick of lard in the cast iron skillet. Oh, and the mayonnaise controversy. So much history here.

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The house, built in the 1800’s and moved to its present location, is full of Remember-Whens. A new table looms large and stands where bunk beds barely contained three boys.  A granite undermount sink replaces the chipped porcelain basin in what used to be the old pantry.  We love this old house and the people in it. They care about the eaves and beams, the joists and rafters. The family nest is aging gracefully and for that we are thankful.

 

 

This year, Thanksgiving will be in a different house, a different town, hosted by a different generation with its own growing families and stories to share. Each generation before us contributed to this abundance of joy.  And so it continues. Lucky us.

I’ll look around the Thanksgiving table and be (yet again) flabbergasted that we are unexpectedly older.  I knew it was coming, just not this fast.

Life is not about seeing the glass half empty or half full. The point is that you have a glass.

I raise my glass to you, Beloved Family and Loyal Readers. Notice everything and live it all.

Hey, be sure to add this little funky jam to your T-day. No, it’s not about actual turkeys. It’s about jive turkeys. A little throwback for us oldies at the table.

 

Toni 11/21/17

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE

If we were having coffee, I’d say that I almost wrote 4/3/17 when I signed off this post.  What a scatterbrain.

Maybe that’s why this never happens to me.

April kind of went by in a blur.  But, oh! May! The flowers and birds are happy-go-larky.

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Nature always inspires me.  So does Wendell Berry~ poet, farmer, environmentalist.

The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 

Wild things and totes work for me. Hey, I ain’t no drag, I got a brand new bag.

 

How did I ever manage without it? It’s gentle on my shoulders ~ a-a-h ~ and the best part?  I know where everything is. And I mean everything.

 

Do you have a pen pal? Here’s mine. What a sweetie!!!

 

We’ll be together soon. Until then, I’m on turtle watch.

 

So, what are you (screen) watching? I’m finishing up Offspring, the Australian series. And The Great British Baking Show~ you know, the Downton Abbey of cakes and torts. Did you watch it?  It made me crave cheesecake tiers and lady fingers and sponges and macarons and frangipanes….well, you get the idea. I really love that tent and everyone under it.

 

I just finished (virtually) traveling to every US state with Stephen Fry, in a traditional British black cab. He gets right under the skin of American life~ the good, the bad, and the ugly. Give it a try. On Netflix, one of many intensely good documentaries.

Oh, this. Skip the movie, A Man Called Ove. Read the book. Precious.

 

Speaking of books, I checked out (and renewed) way too many books at the library this month.  Plus all my requests on OverDrive seem to come in all at once.
If you’re anything like me (and I suspect you are), you have a TBR list. Mine is out of control.

 

There’s time enough, but none to spare.

~Charles W. Chesnutt

How will I read them all?  Will I?  And then I read this. 

HOW MANY BOOKS WILL YOU READ BEFORE YOU DIE? SPOILER: IT DEPENDS ON HOW OLD YOU ARE RIGHT NOW

 

What are you reading now?  I’m between a thriller and a hard place.

I’m super excited about the new Richard Russo book that comes out this month. Trajectory, his new collection of short fiction.

 

Summer’s here! I’ve got my seed catalog dog-eared. My head is in the clouds dirt.  I can’t wait to see the garden grow….

…to the strains of Nestor Torres. I saw him perform, what a talent.
He’s on my Pandora, non-stop.

OMG, I finished listening to S-Town!!!! SO good. Did you? Can we talk?
Tell me, what’s up with you? It’s May….got plans?

 Toni 5/3/17

WE’RE ONLY SEVEN YEARS OLD ONCE!

It’s our blogaversary!

That being said, here’s our very first post ~  4/20/2010

Today we’re starting our blog. For years we’ve sipped great coffee, nibbled tasty treats, talked through the life dramas, and read our writing to each other. Frequently we’ve had a silent partner in all this: Ted Kooser, Jane Yolen, Lary Bloom, Art Plotnik, Anne Lamott. We’ve read their books about writing and let their wise words inspire us. This blog is going to be another silent partner we think, but right now getting going with it is a bit like trying to get clear, cool water from the faucet. We need to run the water for a while to swish out whatever’s been lodging along the old pipes. Sometimes those pipes clank and the water sputters. Sometimes we curse and talk about whether or not the plumbing’s ever going to be right. And then it happens. Luscious, clean, boy-is-this-well-good-or-what water. That’s the way it will be with our fussing with a writing blog. Just keep the tap on we’ve decided. It’ll come.

And come it has.

Words We Women Write was born out of, well, unbridled curiosity and wonder.

 

The adventure of uncertainty lured us in. (That, and there was nowhere else we needed to be.)

 

Now, seven years later, we’ve birthed two more ~

Click here to read Patty’s middle-grade novel blog, Isabel the Storyteller.

Click here to read Toni’s poetry blog, mental crumbs ~ in love with carbs and poetry.

 

Having awesome site stats means you can dance no matter who’s looking.

 

We still fuss with the plumbing.

 

Apple geniuses help us tinker, WordPress Happiness Engineers make the irreversible reversible.

 

And Readers, you are why we’re still having a good time, all the time.

Thanks for coming. 

 

Patty and Toni  4/20/17
and yes, there is always cake