Taking Stock of Things

03/22/2023 / Liz H / 5 Comments

Norwegian Forest Cat

We write because it feels good,

Like after a long, exhausting hike

When you sit on your front steps

Watching the cat paw

For fresh grass under the snow.

And also because

We feel itchy and awful when we don’t…

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)

Rites of Spring

02/16/202202/16/2022 / Liz H / 30 Comments

Drizzling rain and snow for three days straight had left Sonja aching and weary to her bones, trying to keep the household on an even keel, and her own sanity mostly intact. Continue reading →

Love Grows

04/19/202104/21/2021 / Liz H / 30 Comments

A spring wind puffed and released tiny skydivers of cherry blossom every time she walked by. She couldn’t have helped it, even if she’d wanted to, Continue reading →

Hope. Springs. Eternal.

03/08/202103/09/2021 / Liz H / 5 Comments

We’ve gotten a respite from chilblain-blistering cold, with temps tomorrow in the mid-sixties. Nearly a week of melting’s left my home’s southern exposure (nearly) stripped of snow, grass matted like a week in bed with stomach flu. Rain, possibly thunder, predicted for the day after tomorrow; may it inspire some green. Continue reading →

The Fall Guy

02/22/2021 / Liz H / 14 Comments

“I don’t understand what you want from me.” Trevor was mystified. Heather was leaving him. Again. Continue reading →

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We write because it feels good,

Like after a long, exhausting hike

When you sit on your front steps

Watching the cat paw

For fresh grass under the snow.

And also because

We feel itchy and awful when we don’t…

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