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The Big Chill

Our move to the Pacific Northwest has been a looping, crooked road. We've been gypsies for so long now our empty nester's walkabout feels like one epic morning-after flashback. From Cape Cod to Santa Fe, from West Hollywood to the Berkshire foothills, we've crisscrossed the country twice, renting a different space each year- for seven years. We built fires in the kiva of a snowed in adobe casita, listening to coyotes beneath the deepest, darkest, star studded sky. We've gone urban and modern in a glassy fourth floor loft, and budget friendly practical in a murky, cheap, fifties apartment with no laundry onsite. We spent a windy, salty year on Redondo Beach, and a wildly creative nine months in an 1840's New England carriage house with the biggest, brightest art studio I've ever had the pleasure to paint in (the bizarre, off kilter landlord is another story).

Along the way I've shed outdated things- furniture, frocks, and too many books, old assumptions, outgrown needs. And I got older (who has not?). My fifties are officially over. I turned the milestone of sixty here in Portland, and marked the occasion with grilled salmon, a fire pit, toasted marshmallows and dark chocolate.

There is more to the story of course (isn't there, always?). But I will leave you with recipes today, rather than exposition. Just know that magic is alive, in spite of evidence to the contrary. In spite of the sad, dark nature of things. In spite of the awful, awful news and Internet idiocy. Life is surprising. And sly. And yes. Full of magic.

When you least expect it.



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