One. Hiya.

I had a blog for over 10 years and it had about 17 readers, give or take. Probably take.

It gave me so much joy to write little blog entries back in the day. I had moved to a new city where I didn’t know anyone and I began writing to keep me from remembering how small the circle was that I lived within (also I was shallow-in-the-breath lonely). I caught a very small wave of readership and friendships that still mean a lot to me. And then I grew up and blogged way, way less. I would always write about how I missed my blog and essentially my blog became: Too busy, bye!

I thought about how to return to it. But I read through that old mess and I can’t go back there.

And so: my first post of a new blog.

What matters to me now? Here:

Motherhood

Working motherhood

Management

Florida - home

Oregon - roots

Kindness

Mom style (ha!)

Reading

Coffee

Making time for a tiny luxury

Pinecones, pine trees, fir trees and mountain air

Walking

Fireplaces

And finally, home.

Welcome! Call me Margaret.