Laurie Gould -- Midlife Mom Songs

I am sitting in a vacation cottage in Maine, watching the late afternoon sun glint off the water, listening to the calling of the gulls.  

It is lovely and peaceful.   What a treat to let my mind wander at such moments, wherever it wants to go, contemplating the great and small questions of the universe:    what's for dinner?   And is it too soon to start cooking?

I have been thinking a lot about food lately -- well, mostly because I always think a lot about food.   Also I am on vacation, and eating is…

Probably my favorite song from "Songs of Domestic Bliss" -- and now with a video, in case you're one of those people who prefers to watch your music rather than just listening.   Or you can just listen, on the Music page or the sidebar to the left.   Full credits are on the "Music" page.

Let me just say right now that I was working on this song long before Sarah Palin was a gleam in John McCain's eye.....

Anyone who is easily offended by off-color language may want to skip today's post.   The topic invites, even demands, profanity.   I am talking, of course, about organic gardening.

I have been gardening, and gardening organically, for the better part of two decades.  Yes, I am one of those people who feels most alive when my hands are plunged wrist-deep in compost-enriched soil.  

Nice, right?   But before you imagine me working my way into a Zen-like state of oneness with all things, let me set the…

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The first weekend of our empty nest trial run culminated in a wild naked bicycle ride through the streets of Cambridge.

OK.   So Steve and I weren’t actually on bicycles.   And we were fully clothed.   But we watched about 50 folks who were in fact both naked and cycling, whooping and hollering their way through Central Square, this past Saturday night, as we sat with friends at a sidewalk cafe.  It was in fact a steamy night, hot and humid; and my friend Lisa was very concerned lest the unclad cyclists…

I am itching to record a second album.  

My first album, “Songs of Domestic Bliss,” sold like hotcakes.   I can say that because nobody, in 2013, buys hotcakes; who even knows what hotcakes are?   In the final tally, gross sales of the album made almost enough to pay for the snacks that I fed to my musician friends--almost, but not quite, because at one point Steve made martinis for the crowd using really expensive gin.    (And don’t ask about net album proceeds.  There were no net proceeds.)

Still, I am…