by Carolyn Crane | Feb 14, 2024 | Memoir
The annual nightmare began each Ash Wednesday, when I found myself another year further into the darkness of adolescence and agnosticism. Was it getting smeared with ashes that I dreaded, or was it the upcoming extra hours in this huge, stale box? I’d trudge up the...
by Carolyn Crane | Nov 15, 2023 | Memoir, My Left-Handed Wheelhouse
My Undoing [To read this memoir in order, go to the category My Left-Handed Wheelhouse here on the blog.] So I need to back up here. Just a few months. It had been a rocky ’23 in many ways. Things kept breaking in such a systematic way there surely seemed to be some...
by Carolyn Crane | Oct 24, 2023 | Memoir, My Left-Handed Wheelhouse
The Morning After: June 28, 2023 [To read this memoir in order, go to the category Left-Handed Wheelhouse here on the blog.] Challenge #1: How was I going to get my contact lens in my eye? This had preoccupied me some the night before as the shot wore off. I only have...
by Carolyn Crane | Oct 10, 2023 | Early Days on Plank Road, Memoir
Leaving Lightcap Farm From 2005 to 2021, I lived atop the San Juan Ridge in the middle of the Tahoe National Forest. I thought I’d never leave. I know this because I buried my placentas there in the garden. This is the ultimate commitment to place for a hippie mama....
by Carolyn Crane | Oct 10, 2023 | Memoir, My Left-Handed Wheelhouse
June 27, 2023 [To read this memoir in order, go to the category My Left-Handed Wheelhouse here on the blog.] When I first moved to Milan, the urgent care was closed. Anyone who urgently needed care needed to drive to a nearby town. But only a few weeks prior to my...
by Carolyn Crane | Oct 2, 2023 | Early Days on Plank Road, Memoir
I could feel my jaw set in determination, and I knew that wasn’t good for me, so I moved it slowly, consciously, side to side. Took a deep breath. The for-sale sign was up, and India, my realtor, had already had an offer. The grounds were pristine, and the chalet had...
