Suffragettes and Day Dream Believers: A Footnote to the Innkeeper’s Journal

A year ago Rich and I were in the waning weeks of our days as innkeepers. The shit had hit the fan and we were finding it increasingly difficult to work there. We hadn’t realized our days were numbered in single digits but we knew the Inn was for sale and our situation was precarious. …

Epilogue: An Innkeeper’s Journal

“Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life” ~ Mary Oliver It was a year in a life. My one wild and precious life. A full life is filled with missteps, hardships, laughter, and joy. Like Sam Ryder in my novel Life Is all This, I think we …

The Final Days: An Innkeeper’s Journal

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. ~ Jack Kerouac We have been living between Vermont and Cape Cod for the past month. My life got ahead of my innkeeping story. I first thought I might save these entries for …

Knocking The Wind Out Of Our Sails: An Innkeeper’s Journal

The fireplace screen was the bolt of lightening that struck the bow of the boat. No longer were we just deflated and demoralized. This ship was sinking fast. Again we had a three hundred dollar budget to replace the old, broken fireplace screen but this time it was even more difficult to work with. We …

Winter: An Innkeeper’s Journal

Like stepping into a deep cave, a sharp chill greets me after walking down the three steps to our side of the Inn. The ceilings are high, the living room has seven windows and two sets of glass doors. The porch is dusted with snow. Our salary has little room for oil bills during a …

Autumn Leaves: An Innkeeper’s Journal

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” ~ Anne Lamott Labor Day comes and goes the way of Memorial Day and the Fourth of July. Summer passes quickly in New England. I can’t remember what a three day holiday …