Meg Wolfe's Blog

The fellow in the picture is my mom’s cat, Morris. He doesn’t look quite sure of himself yet (at least not for him), as this was taken about an hour or so after he came to live on our side of the house. That was a tough day, when we had to have hospice care brought in for Mom, the hospital bed and a flurry of medical people and services. A lot of you know what I mean. Necessary. Complicated. Inevitable. She passed away six days later.

Apparently, Morris has gone through this before. Mom decided ...

Hot chocolate, a blazing fire, lots of tiny white lights on trees. I’ve been craving coziness in all forms, and trying to find the coziness in things I’d never considered before. Like, for instance, sitting in the car in a curbside pickup slot, the heater blowing, waiting for the grocery order. Then driving home in my little black Outlander, feeling happy about its hatch full of food (and more chocolate.)

I don’t go far afield, as Mom isn’t doing well. The cancer’s back and it’s taking its toll ...

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day, but we took advantage of the weather and celebrated last Friday out on the patio. The hourly weather report showed the wind was going to shift from NW to N, so I set up the bamboo and reed windbreaks I made for the new arbor and Steve started up the fire pit. You can see from the pic that it’s just a simple metal free-standing pit that I surrounded with some bricks left over from a garden project, but it does the job. As has often been the case in holidays past, onc...

October is the month of magic, even if you don’t believe in magic. It’s in the quality of the light, the last burst of energy in the birds and wildlife before the stillness of winter, and in the satisfaction of the harvest, both literal and figurative. I often take a couple of weeks off from writing in October, to make the most of being outdoors in pleasant weather and the warm but wistful sunshine. After all, it will have to keep me going for the better part of six months.

The ...

So here we are, the seven-month anniversary of not doing things in the normal sort of way, like shopping, or going out for brunch or a coffee, or popping into the library. Doing things with people you don’t live with.

Trying to remember what I last shopped for…oh yeah, stocked up on a few things (only one extra package of toilet paper) and also bought some new organizers for my purse to make it easier to find my phone, cards, Altoids, and keys when I went shopp...

We’re almost there! The fifth Charlotte Anthony mystery, An Uninvited Quest, will be published on December 10th. You can preorder the ebook now from Amazon,and all other platforms, for the reduced price of $2.99.

An Uninvited Quest is my favorite book in the series because the characters and themes mesh so well. The characters have become my friends and thematically the novel examines issues of faith and justice, both personal and social. These are core issues in any consideration of the...

Even though I moved to this new house and neighborhood over a year ago, it’s the first time I’ve really experienced spring here.

There’s all sorts of things coming to life, from the grass to the trees, the birds are coming back, the squirrels and other animals are scurrying around, including the neighbor’s chickens, and, most of all, the neighbors themselves are emerging from their own version of hibernation, happy to stand there and laugh...

Caught the train to Chicago a few days ago to see an exhibit at the Art Institute by the photographer Dawoud Bey. Called Night Coming Tenderly, Black, it features several large, dark silver-gelatin prints of places reputed to have been stops on the Underground Railroad near Cleveland and Hudson, Ohio.

The photographer is known for his contemporary portrait work, but this time he has done landscapes, as part of a project to depict black h...

So it’s April Fool’s Day. I was goofing around and looked up “fool” on a couple of online dictionaries and considered the synonyms in noun, adjective, and verb form, half-expecting to see “Meg” in there somewhere. Not sure whether I’m disappointed or relieved to see that it wasn’t. So far today I haven’t seen any hoaxes on the news, but on Wikipedia I read about the compelling 1957 BBC April Fool’s Day hoax–the one where they reported that a mild Alpine winter made...

The picture of the hand and the plate was taken when I decided that my Word of the Year was Balance. In the first few weeks of this year I wrote three different drafts of this post, hitting the wall each time for reasons ranging from lack of mental clarity to too much going on in my life. Then it dawned on me that Balance was just not going to cut it.

Realistically, it is difficult, if not impossible, to do something like write a complex full-length novel and remain balanced with the rest of...