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Elizabeth

  • Our story

    On staying open…

    I have aspirations of sitting down to write weekly entries; a chronicle of the highs and lows we took on in uprooting our family in search of a better quality of life.  But in…

  • Our story

    Intermission

    Once we were in escrow and I had access to the seller’s name I googled the heck out of him.  That led me to discover his wife’s obituary, which was so beautifully written it solidified…

  • Recipes

    Bars

    My bar-making reputation amongst the 10 and under population is a source of great pride.  Back in San Diego my son’s closest friend would frequently greet me by saying “Um, Miss Elizabeth?  Do you…

  • Our story

    Part Three

    At the end of our trip I persuaded Greg to drive by a few listings on our way to the airport. It was snowing, hard, and we needed to catch a flight, so we…

  • Our story

    Part Two

    We pulled in to Woodstock late at night and from the West, so that we drove through the center of town to get to the Inn where we’d be staying. The trees on either…

  • health Recipes

    Quince Throat Coat

    Some people have a high tolerance for discomfort and our son is one of them. I found out the hard way, when he was little and had a nasty case of strep that I…

  • Recipes

    An autumn drink

    My close friends know I love a good cocktail.  Actually, even loose acquaintances manage to pick that up pretty quickly. My criteria for “good” are this: not too sweet; doesn’t require expensive/random liqueurs; doesn’t give…

  • health

    A pledge, a game, and a plea.

    I try to be mindful of the tendency to sugarcoat things on social media, and while I love to peruse pretty filtered photos on Instagram (my mind candy), I prefer to read the good,…

  • Recipes

    Autumn Soup

    When I was about 9 or 10 I devoured those Choose Your Own Adventure books. Did you read those?  They are not great literary works, but at the end of a chapter you could select…

  • Our story

    It all started when…

    The short version is that we came to Woodstock, Vermont (“the prettiest little town in America”) on vacation in January 2015 and loved it so much I convinced my husband to drive by a few listings on our…