About Me

Hi there!

I'm Mary - a 30-something mom, wife, teacher, crafter, Cub Scout Den leader, and many other things. I'm also in love with all things midcentury, retro, and vintage - I have a bizarre fondness for old weight loss cookbooks, so I'm trying to tap into some of my passions to help with my goals.

My goal is to post general life stuff, as well as occasional recipes: I have LOTS of vintage Weight Watchers cookbooks/recipe cards, Better Homes and Gardens cookbooks, miscellaneous brochures/pamphlets, and more.

Here we go!

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox 

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, 

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth. 

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. 

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real. 

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument. 

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Mary Oliver, "When Death Comes"


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