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Posted by chelseakline on February 12, 2019

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It's ok, we're all going to die anyway.

There was a brief reprieve from the intense cold that gripped the northeast recently, and I leapt at the opportunity to get out into the woods. It took the regular yet absurd amount of cajoling, but I actually got my children out the door for a hike- boots, gloves, hats and everything!

We trekked down the trails and felt the crisp air smack our faces in a wonderfully refreshing way. Late Fall in New England reveals so many pleasures to those who are hardy enough to seek them out. We ran and skipped down the trails, our lungs coming alive again thanks to the glorious fresh cold air. For a moment, I considered all the places and seasons that one might die, and wondered if maybe in the woods in the snow would be somewhat preferable, relatively.

By the time we were a good ways in from the road, the silence was everywhere, filling in the spaces between our teeth and folds of our brains, cleaning out the dust. The thick silence was broken only by the crunching of our boots in the leaves and i…

Pass the matches

In the deepest apex of Winter, and our whole family was caught in the bizarre misery of excess. Too much free time, too lethargic, too much snacking, we slug around our house, bloated, bleary, foggy, bored. It is such a profound privilege to suffer this kind of listless discomfort, to live out this yearly seasonal dichotomy, and yet we make no move to leave New England, where the winters are as intensely tenacious as they are beautiful. We cling to our winter rituals every year with our soft chubby white fingers, knowing that spring will soon be upon us and we'll have to emerge from the fog.
Being a true suburban mother, as I’m able, I seek out enriching activities for my kids to keep us from completely devolving. Activities that aren’t too expensive, aren’t too far away, suitable for a 4 year old and a 10 year old and not inspire us adults to undergo a full mental breakdown or instigate divorce. Essentially, I’ve got a nearly impossible set of guidelines for an outing in Western M…

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