The first tree I fell in love with was a southern magnolia.  That tree, as I recall, was absolutely huge - with low lying branches where a little girl could sit, sheltered from the Texas heat.  In the spring it produced giant, fragrant blossoms - larger than my hands - that gave off the most heavenly scent imaginable.  My mother used to put the blooms in bowls of water around the house so that the rooms would fill with the smell of magnolia. (more…)

A few weeks ago I blogged about freeing my bunny, Bella.  Amazingly, for three weeks, she hung around our back yard as happy as could be.  I would feed her a daily treat, hold her in my lap and sing to her.  She grazed and roamed amongst the patches of clover. (more…)

I’ve written before about trying to sell my former home in Rye.  For months and months I employed the traditional sales methods: open houses, advertisements, and heavy marketing.  For months and months I experimented with nontraditional sales methods:  rituals, sage smudges, and statue burials.  Nothing. (more…)

It had been a week of fever, crushing headache, body aches, joint pain, and a mysterious rash when I finally panicked and went to the emergency room for evaluation.  What a bizarre world is the ER.  I saw a man, severely sunburned from head to toe, who had fallen asleep in the sun.  I saw another man pulling teeth out of his mouth, stating that he had fallen down a flight of stairs.  I saw a mother holding a listless child in her arms. (more…)

Four years ago, I went apple picking on a New England farm and came home with a bag of Macs and a black baby bunny.  My children were initially thrilled with this new furry family member, but eventually the novelty wore off and Bella the bunny became my charge. (more…)