snow day

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

—Wallace Stevens

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thirteen // a retrospective

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boston // new england aquarium (revisited)

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Pictures from our previous visit to New England Aquarium in Boston can be seen here.

short story // the leaf pile

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our common hours

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal—that is your success. If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
—Henry David Thoreau

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Welcome to Our Common Hours.

The quote above, from Henry David Thoreau, has been used countless times. I’m sure you’ve seen at least parts of it (actually a mash-up from two different sections of Walden) on Pinterest, or on another blog somewhere. I’ve seen it, too—well, the second part, at least. But, this is Thoreau we’re talking about, and his words seem to transcend the cliché; no matter how often one encounters them, they always seem new.

After five years of blogging at Monadnock Mama, I decided it was time to make a change—it’s mostly cosmetic in nature, and I plan to continue blogging about the same things I always have. (You might have noticed that some members of the site’s header got a bit of an update, too.)

In calling this new space “Our Common Hours,” I am borrowing Mr. Thoreau’s phrasing and using it in a way that I hope better describes what my blog has become over the past five years—a scrapbook of our everyday lives, together; just as he said, our common hours. The roots of Monadnock Mama stretch back to when I had a new baby and I was a new blogger. I thought that if I picked a name that sounded similar to some of the popular blogs I read (and still read!) I might trick people into thinking that I knew what I was doing – ha! But, I don’t need the crutch of emulation anymore.

I have found my voice, both in words and pictures. Both of my children are now out in the world, doing many interesting things—and, so am I. We face new adventures and challenges as we “advance confidently in the direction of [our] dreams,” and I feel like the time has come for my blog’s “identity”—essentially, its name—to reflect that shift.

But, I did not leave everything behind. I brought all of Monadnock Mama with me (and I’m leaving a copy there, too, in case people still find their way there somehow). Our Common Hours will hold all of our old memories, and will be home to all of our new ones.