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November 24: Connecticut Pizza

By: katelynskyebennett 2021-11-24

Month of RejoicingChicago style pizza, childhood friends, Connecticut, daily blog, deep dish pizza, gratitude exercise, Italian, Microsoft Teams, Month of Rejoicing, New England, New York pizza, pizza, snapchatLeave a Comment

I’m might kick myself later, but I’m eating pizza tonight. The good stuff, from Connecticut. With onions and olives and green bell peppers, because those are my favorite toppings. With the thin, doughy crust underneath, a layer of evenly distributed sauce in the middle, and the cheese that’s going to hurt me on top. My…

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A residential street lined with snow-dusted deciduous trees.

Reveling in the snow

I found Stillness for a moment. She had such a calming presence.

Let me brag on my huge, supportive family

We will always be there for each other at a moment’s notice, and we will always welcome others into our family when they need a place to belong.

The Beech Tree

By: katelynskyebennett 2018-09-18

Memoirs of the Treesautumn, beech tree, children, Connecticut, engravings, initials, neighbors, New England, tree carving, tree swingLeave a Comment

The giggling girl and boy crept up to me as quietly as their childish mannerisms would allow, glancing all about to ensure that the deed they were about to commit in broad daylight would remain unseen. Then they carved their initials in me, a secret sign of their affections, commemorated forever a yard above my…

Introduction to Memoirs of the Trees, a new blog series

By: katelynskyebennett 2018-08-212018-08-28

Memoirs of the TreesConnecticut, forest, history, land, Memoir, New England, story, Tree4 Comments

I grew up in New England, surrounded by forests. Trees dwelt in my yard, encompassed our vehicle as we drove around town, sat watch at Sleeping Giant where we hiked regularly, and huddled in New York’s Adirondack Mountains where we traveled some summers. Apple trees lay below us on Blue Hills Road on the way…