For years, I believed I was inherently lazy. Turns out, I’m actually a perfectionist. Like most of us well past our elementary-school days, I’ve got a hazy remembrance of the day-to-day of being a child. There are general fuzzy feelings when certain seasons arrive, or an ingrained impulse to raise my hand politely in meetings … More it doesn't have to be good, but it does need to be told.
If you had come by this space a year and some months ago, it would’ve looked a little different. There’s nothing too obvious—a design change here, an editing style altered there. But at a certain point last year, Of Mountains Made was woefully abandoned. I’d started this blog with my sister with a few ideas. … More the thing that made you
April showers bring May flowers, but what happens when May brings more rain? By its very definition, spring can be a moody time of year. And yet, for most of us living in places with more than one season, by the time April rolls around, we dream of sunny and blissful 65F degree days. So … More oh, the wind and rain
During education season we’ve had a reliable schedule. Monday is reserved for group SCA activities, Tuesday and Thursday are when The Early Birds (my team) teach, and on Wednesday and Friday we lesson plan. On Wednesday we’re also either on call (for facilities; read: chores), or we’re cooking. I like schedules, and I’ve come to … More when Monday feels like a gift [Bear Brook State Park]