“…whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”

Last night, I decided to cast-on a really quick earflap cabled hat with tails, because, why not? Clearly, I have knitting A.D.D. though in my defense, the baby sweater I’m working on is so close to being done, I feel I am at liberty to flex my knitting muslce in adult-wares. That being said, IContinue reading ““…whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.””

In the heart of…chocolate? The sea? Check, and Check. That’s both, to you.

It’s been disgustingly spitting rain and chill and grayness all over Boston since the sunny-70 degree skies we had on election day. And as most city dwellers know, there is nothing more miserable (particularly for cities on the ocean) than schlepping around, waiting for public transporation, and trying to keep dry when the rains justContinue reading “In the heart of…chocolate? The sea? Check, and Check. That’s both, to you.”

Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman…a witch perchaps?

Yesterday, my friend Sarah and I decided, “Welp, let’s keep this feeling of the sea alive once more.” We embarked on a trip out the city, back to the great wide open, with of course, a trip to Kelly’s inbetwixt, for fish and chips (oh, and their yummy o-rings, too). It was over a deliciousContinue reading “Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman…a witch perchaps?”

“A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.”

My love affair with the sea has continued, naturally, despite the wind and rain and sheer damp weather, the kind of weather that makes you feel bitterly cold to the core. So how am I keeping warm whilst still enjoying the romance of the open ocean? Welp, with books, and fisherman’s wool, and candy. What?Continue reading ““A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.””

“It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.”

I’ve decided and will declare in this space that I want to live in Winthrop. What is Winthrop for my non-Native Bostonians? It’s this adorable, albeit sincerely quaint and beautiful seaside community on the North Shore of Boston, where one of my best friends Steve (who reviews music over at my first love, my musicContinue reading ““It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.””