skip to Main Content
Vermont Travels

Travels with Chip- The Sugar Shack

Chip has become quite the traveling partner, hidden away in my backpack. Per my last post, A New Way to Travel With Chip, you read that Chip is mobile and pretty much a captive audience.  (Have ashes, will travel) So, on one particular Saturday afternoon, Jack, Chip, Tillie, and I set out to visit the Sugar Shack in Arlington, VT. Jack sat shotgun, unaware of the perhaps unconventional passenger in the backseat. Tillie will sleep and snore through anything, so…

A New Way To Travel With Chip

Note:  Thank you all for your kind notes, emails, and texts. I have not been inspired to blog since I lost my purpose and reason for humor, sarcasm, cooking, and life in general. I am ready to give it a go now. I am sure you are reading this headline and thinking, how is Chip traveling with Karen? Hear me out on this one. It is no secret that living without Chip has just been horrific. I miss our adventures…

Chip, thank you for making me a wife and mother.

The Celebration of Chip's life is today.  I struggled with the decision to speak at the celebration about Chip but I defaulted to my comfort zone, writing: I am a mother now, but I was a wife first. Thank you, Chip, for making me your wife. I love being a mother, and I love my children. When Amelia and Jack were babies, it was a transition to add mother to being a wife. However, I never lost my persona of…

Death And Dying Of A Parent

Grief is the price of love

One of the amazing women in my squad lost her dad on May 3, 2021. She wrote this passage and sent it to me entitled Musings. For some reason, I never drafted the post from her email to me. On June 7th, this past Monday, she lost her mother five weeks to the day. Her mom had Alzheimer’s and was unable to communicate.  My friend went to her mom after her dad passed away with a picture of her wedding…

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes

As we move through our lives, we pass through a series of hellos and goodbyes. We come and go throughout the day, not thinking about the joy of a new hello or the sometimes finality of a sad goodbye. As I prepare for our move from the home where we raised our children to a temporary home in the Finger Lakes without them, my goodbyes are slowly outnumbering my hellos. Tillie. We recently adopted Tillie, a 2-year old bulldog. She…