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A cookbook for sale.

https://maescribes.com/to-order-a-cookbook/

Some thoughts:

Continue reading “Another List. Day 537.” →

My plate is full and my cup runneth over, but I am yet to be done. Part of me wonders if I will ever be satisfied with a quiet, easy life, or if I even desire to have that peace one day. My job, business, and general life at the moment is fully sustainable. I could keep going like this, but there’s one more thing . . .

Continue reading “Glutton. Day 536.” →

Here are a few:

Continue reading “Things I Miss. Day 535.” →

“I always liked the name Samuel,” I said to Roger.

“I do too,” he answered.

“And it would be cool to name him after one of our founding fathers, the rebellious one, right?”

We were naïve, and that’s truly OK.

To assist me with my dippy COVID brain, I will borrow a post from one year ago today. It’s about other places:

Day Twenty-Three

COVID is still lingering around our house, infecting a new person whenever it wishes. So far, Sammy and I have tested positive, Baylee doesn’t feel well but tested negative so far. Max has been hiding in his room or going to school masked so he may avoid it.

Continue reading “COVID Takes. Day 387.” →

We’ve finally become part of the majority and have tested positive for COVID. Well, Sammy and I have. I think it’s just a matter of time before Max and Baylee do, too.

Yesterday I felt a little off, then last night I had the chills and body aches. Because Sammy tested positive the other day, I knew what I was feeling. (He said I could share his results.)

I’m thankful for the ones who created the vaccine and for the more mild variants. Because we are vaccinated, our symptoms are mild, almost like a short flu with a low fever. I am also happy my windows are open in my bedroom and that the air is cool and clean.

For now, this is all I can give. It is time to surround myself in German Shepherds and Modern Family.

My great-grandfather, William Lamory, whom I’ve never met, invented the deckled, or deckle, edge! I know, I know, exciting content, but you have to admit it’s pretty cool.

Continue reading “Deckled Edges. Day 384.” →

I was probably around eleven. My brothers were nine and seven.

“Let’s go to dinner Thursday night,” my mom would say.

“Yes!”

Continue reading “Our Family Nights Out. Day 383.” →

*another haiku

One quarter, blue bear
Red button left, down, grab, lift
Don't breathe up up dang.

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My posts will be brief this weekend because I want to spend every second with Auntie Sherry that I can. I do, however, want to share a few of my favorite parts of the day:

• I met a girl named Theresa May today.
• Someone played Amazing Grace on the bagpipes.
• This event raised over $45,000 for Tunnel to Towers.
• I saw the first neighborhood in Hubert, NC where Roger and I rented a trailer in 1995.
• I got to spend time with my dear friend, Laura.
• There’s so much more.

#grateful

I know, I know, we all worry, right? It’s human nature and the older we get, the worse we worry.

Continue reading “Worry. Day 373.” →

It is time to start working full-time making Maescribes into something. Working for Treasure Realty in Eastern North Carolina was my stepping stone, my first paying job since I was pregnant with Sammy. I was hired on March 21st of this year, and my last day will be September 29th. I wrote a post about beginning work after I was hired. Click HERE to read it.

Continue reading “Another Turn on Life’s Highway. Day 368.” →

It’s been over five years since I’ve had a cigarette.

I’m not one of those cheerleader types, never have been. I try, however, to keep things on this blog positive because there’s enough in my life that is negative, and I don’t want to drown my audience in a warm pool of depression and woe-is-me sentiment, but I get frustrated, too.

Continue reading “Positivity. Day 364.” →

I was driving the lawn tractor trying to spread out the excess of grass clippings that the recent rain has caused. It’s so thick and lush, which is great, but I don’t have a bagger yet, and don’t want to spend a thousand dollars for one. I was whirling around in circles, trying to create a nice pattern (We compete with grass patterns in this household.), when I see Max walking towards me holding our red sexlink hen we call Romanoff.

Continue reading “Chicken Drama. Day 362.” →

Sharing a room with Roger was so easy, but I can’t imagine ever doing it again.

Maybe because it’s been too long, but the thought of not watching what I want on TV, not having two cats and a large German Shepherd in my bed, and listening to someone else snore doesn’t sound good to me.

Growing up, I used to think it was a little weird that my Nana and Poppa didn’t share a room. I thought they would be lonely, but now I get it.

Maybe one day someone will come along who will make me second guess my opinions of today. It’ll have to be a non-snorer who loves animals and likes the same shows I do. Otherwise, we’ll just have to live separately and meet up for ice cream or a movie somewhere, and I’m OK with that.

My eyes are very tired from working and writing and reading, so I will use this post on this day to simply say hello and thank you for reading.

I was lucky enough to have three grandfathers growing up, and each one of them was in my life. They all loved me, too.

Continue reading “Three Grandpas. Day 359.” →

“Since we’re going to Wilmington tomorrow, why don’t we stop at Which Wich and grab lunch?”

“Yes!”

Continue reading “Sandwiches. Day 358.” →

Is it flawed, or is it effective? I took this last night after the rain when the peepers were celebrating by peeping. I do love spiders, and I also love how the flash picks up all the arcs and corners and rectangle holes. I don’t know her name, and I’m not going to make one up.

• What political affiliation Jesus was attached to
• How come nobody ever took a photo of a Stegosaurus
• What true freedom is
• Why we don’t talk about Earth’s most dangerous parasites more (humans)
• How stationary we are attempting to achieve with each new technology
• When we’ll have enough stuff
• Who’ll stop the rain?

When I was four, my mom, dad, two little brothers, and I lived a few houses away from Nana’s at Laurel Park in Northampton, MA, in an arc of small homes that shared a large front yard. We lived in a red cottage with one bedroom and an upper loft that sat on the far right side of the arc, and I could see Nana’s house from our front door which rested all the way to the left of the arc.

Continue reading “Polly Flinders. Day 354.” →

something I found in my documents:

Continue reading “Helen’s Kitchen. Day 353.” →

Per Merriam-Webster, a hot take is “a quickly produced, strongly worded, and often deliberately provocative or sensational opinion or reaction (as in response to current news).”

Continue reading “Hot Takes. Day 352.” →

• Baylee is having his braces removed today.
• I’m finally having the carpets removed and hard floors installed tomorrow.
• Sam accepted an incredibly swag offer and I know he’ll kill it.
• Tyler has also accepted a fancy pants offer.
• Max went to his first day at the University of North Carolina in Wilmington today.
• Gisele and Wanda are healing well.
• I think I have enough peppers to make another batch of hot sauce.
• I found a good recipe for street corn.
• Time off is nigh.

Rise early, tuck your beach chair under your arm and walk a few steps to the ocean where you can watch the sun rise, lounge all day in the rays with your favorite classic novel, or rent a surfboard or bodyboard from one of the local beach rental shops and stay in the waves until supper. Stay on the white sands to savor nightfall and the calming of the wind and waves, or walk back to the house and get ready for an exciting night on the town. 

A short drive away will take you to karaoke with the friendly locals or live music at one of the bars or breweries. You will also encounter local boutiques, mom-and-pops, chain restaurants and stores you are familiar with, and local restaurants that boast fresh seafood, fish, and even produce. Maybe you want to play golf or visit one of the fishing piers to visit with the local fishers, reel in your own dinner, and go back to the bungalow to create your gourmet masterpiece.

I do wonder if it is common to be gently self-attacked with a bout of imposter syndrome when opening a business. I imagine so, just as with any great move in one’s life, there is a sense of worthiness-wonderment and who-the-heck-do-think-I-am that comes with the territory. Although I’ve had inquiries, even though I am not fully up-and-running, I do question my value during my tired moments.

Continue reading “Business Owners. Day 349.” →

Rawhide finger pouch
Sweet dank, cheers, hollow sphere waits.
True pop-fly hero

Happy birthday, sweet Max.

Maybe it’s the weather, the dogs and their recent quarrelling, or the looming positive changes up ahead, but the past few days have been dark and all around meh.

Continue reading “Weepy. Day 346.” →

After we decided Gisele’s injuries warranted a visit to the emergency vet, we also made the fast decision about who would go, and it landed on me and Max.

Continue reading “The Rocks. Day 345.” →

I’ve had dogs in my life for its entirety, and have seen only two dog fights involving my own pooches until yesterday. They didn’t end with a trip to the emergency vet, though. Last night’s did.

Continue reading “A Dog Fight. Day 344.” →

Sammy said I need to use more emojis when communicating by text. This way, he will be able to tell if I’m mad or not.

Continue reading “ISO More Emojis. Day 343.” →

It’s been a long day. Not a bad long day, but just a long day. I’ve been busy with work, house chores, errands, and I needed a shower. I sat down to write about something, not sure what, and Wanda decided to jump up and plant her big shepherd feet on the keyboard.

Continue reading “Guest Writer. Day 342.” →

The boys and I started playing Dungeons and Dragons last week, mostly because we’re unhealthily obsessed with Stranger Things, which includes the game, as well as mirrors it.

Continue reading “D&D. Day 341.” →

Filters have gone too far.

Yesterday I was working and noticed my work Google photo icon was especially blurry. I compared it to the original photo that I took and did not filter, and was surprised. I changed it immediately.

Continue reading “Yes, I’m Talking to You. Day 340.” →

Originally, my blog was to share memoir pages, which I did. I then set it down and started writing other stuff, called myself busy, and dreaded the day I would open my memoir again. Well, I just did.

I need and want to finish this memoir. It just makes me sad to work on it.

When I opened it up today, I reformatted it and took a peek at some of the words, which seemed kind of unfamiliar to me. Stiff and safe.

It made me wonder if one day I will be happy I waited to finish putting together the pages, because I was holding back big time. Maybe this time will be different, or maybe I will quit again and put it up for another year. Either way I have to try.

Roger really was so cool, but we don’t talk about it much. What we mention is how sweet he was, how he changed diapers, and how he played with the boys.

Continue reading “Dad was Swag. Day 338.” →

I worked a few hours this morning then unplugged and it was glorious!

Baylee and I ran some errands in Wilmington then had lunch at Which Wich. It was delicious.

I turned off socials, email, and even work, which I haven’t done in months, and it was so freeing. It reminded me I need to do that more, so I’ll see you tomorrow.

I hope Southampton keeps their promise for future vets, active duty, and survivors.

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I’ve been on this laptop all day writing about the services I will provide in my new business, Maescribes, and have also spent too much time choosing a modern, clean color. I also ordered business cards with a QR code. My eyes are done for the day and I’m ready to bake up some sourdough bread. Please take a look, let me know what you think, and pass the word.

Click HERE to read more.

I worked in the office today in Surf City. When I came home, they were all waiting.

Baylee let Gisele out of the fenced-in area and she came running, little whines escaping her mouth. Wanda, David, and Gronk barked and hopped, and Sam, (who was off today) and Baylee smiled and said, “Hi, Mom!”

I mean . . .

Nana passed on June 1, 1993. She had cancer. Before she passed, I would sit with her and internalize everything. All of my questions, thoughts, and emotions, including tears, were held in until I hopped into my little gray Dodge and starting crying before I even hit the gas.

Continue reading “Let Them See You Cry. Day 328.” →

I saw a dress.

It was in one of my social feeds, taunting me with her colorful, toilesque story, jet black background with reds, yellows, indigos, golds.

Now I know what happens when you click on something like that. It’s an invitation to bombard. We don’t click I AGREE after we read all the words. Nobody reads all the words.

I clicked anyway.

It was on Amazon. $11,990. Oscar de la Renta.

I exited the site, cleared my history, and spent too much time trying to find it just so I could look at it again.

Goodbye, pretty dress. Here’s looking at you. (Cause that’s wear . . . where, it ends.

Want to see it? CLICK HERE but I warn you, it’s hypnotic.

A prose poem:

Pungent, crinkly oak leaf, once red, decaying with the sweet, straight dry pines, and hard, solid acorns. My heart holds many places tightly within its arteries, latching like spikes onto the memories with its blood-filled avenues and tossing them to the forefront at random, inconvenient times. Just like the heart does. Walking in woods with the sounds seeming so high-up and loud. Blue Jays and crows telling each other to stop and start. Crystal, cool, and clear brooks and their loud fluidity saying to drink me or dip your big toe down to the clean, rippled sand. Being watched, listened to, and my human scents inhaled, evaluated, feared. Dangling tea berries and dangling Lady Slippers and confident, downy dangling doe ears. Rock walls with hunter green moss sit like couches in 1973 and trees, fallen and felled house crunchy bugs and minky-soft rodents and wild canaries. The ups and downs and overs and hops test the thighs and the loud crack behind you tests your jumps. The red squirrel laughs and leaves and the leaves cry under your booted feet. It’s all there, still. It’s all there.

I do wonder what I should have done, because what I did, didn’t work.

Baylee was not quite three when his dad died. He was attached to him, always choosing him over me, which was new to me. For some reason, I never was bothered by it.

The day he left for war and we said goodbye, Baylee didn’t realize what that meant, or what it could have meant, but we all did. He had no true concept of time or true danger, and although he was sad to see his pops leave, he didn’t understand.

After Roger passed, I made a deliberate choice to not show Baylee videos of Roger because I wanted his memories to be real and organic. Now, I wonder if it was the right choice. Maybe the videos would have triggered something in his mind, in his heart.

It’s not something I cry about anymore, but it will linger with me forever, and I will always wonder if I could have helped him keep some of those memories, if he could have remembered his dad.

If someone ever asks me for advice about this, I don’t know what I will offer, and I think if I could go back, I would sit Baylee on my lap, put the tape in the VCR, and press play.