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Days like today remind me how lucky I really am. Perfect spring day, we took a quick junket to Shelburne Falls to soak up the sun and the fresh breeze. "Roll down your windows and let the wind blow back your hair," indeed. My beautiful children, running around. Favorite pizza and salad. The Bridge of Flowers. Favorite place.

We married ourselves at the potholes in Shelburne Falls under a frigid bright evening sky, March 8, 2003. And we take every chance we can get to run up there and fool around. Today, we started out too late to ride the trolley. Next time.

Mole Hollow Candles there by the potholes is closed, totally vacant. And the glass blower is no longer there. I always wondered how Mole Hollow Candles could survive in the land of Yankee Candle. Location, I guess. But honestly, I don't think I ever purchased anything there. Oh, maybe once. And I certainly never purchased any blown glass products, though I have watched and appreciated over and over.

My progression to this blog has been long. For quite some time, Facebook and Twitter satisfied my need to speak my peace and nourish my mind with the constant flow and exchange of information and ideas. But the urge to write and share is strong, so here I am, with my very own soapbox, er, blog.

Here's what the kids look like on the first day of mama's new blog.


  1. Love the whole thing. Esp the photo. Write On!

  2. oh my GOD someone is reading this! xxoo Ann!

  3. Yoshi "Yes Like the Dinosaur" MerrybirdApril 28, 2010 at 7:03 AM

    I love that you got married on International Women's Day! How appropriate!! :)

    You have inspired me, Marian! I will have to start blogging, too. Great work!

  4. Ahhh, the first post! CUTE kids!!

  5. and! people! are still reading!

  6. And I was just going about my business, two hours away... unaware.

    So glad to have found you!

  7. that may be the biggest understatement ever.
    let me rephrase:
    jesus christ on a bike, thank the heavens above for the finding of glorious you, CDG.

  8. Okay, I've gone through the whole thing!

    (Now all I have to do is keep up!)

  9. No soapbox young mother, listen to that urge, this is simply a creative outlet to say-something to someone, sometimes. I am a grey grandfather and a bit tired but one day I decided to open the front door and join the world as you did. The fresh air tastes wonderful. I stumbled in from Poets United. Write till your fingers numb...

  10. aw, i love that you read & commented on this.
    and most especially i love being referred to as "young mother."
    you can stay.

  11. Good Morning,
    This addition to your "about" was written a while ago, so you might not get this. I loved your poem "Gossamer something" that I read this AM then you are interviewed so I come looking to see. After reading Gossamer something (can you tell that I am old?) I am thinking this is an old soul, maybe even an old person. Not. I am also thinking to myself hm, she is from the United Kingdom, here I see Shelburne and think of Vermont, a place in which I spent many growing up years, but since Shelburne is also an indication of the UK ... then I see Yankee candles ... so you are a fellow New Englander eh? Yes, I am babbling ... it is a silly way of letting you know that I am truly impressed with your words. But it is something else that you said, before I read this quip ... it was about your grandmother. In the sentence you gave this sense of connectedness and searching, a need to go back. I live with this. Sometimes it propels every thought.

  12. old raven has found me here! i love this comment, so wonderful, here we are. small world.
    connectedness and searching, yes, that's it, right?
    also, thank you for calling me not-old :)

  13. excellent. i read your about me - your poem there reminds me of an exercise done in poemcrazy - are you familiar with the book? i'm really, really looking forward to reading more. from one mama-writer to another <3

  14. chelsea, yes! that *was* an exercise from poemcrazy.
    i noted it when i originally posted the poem, but i guess didn't think about it when i posted it on the about page. hmmm.

  15. What a lovely smile. I love their cheeks. <3


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