Friday’s tragedy in Newtown continues to reverberate through our lives, our families, our communities. From my tiny office I stare out the window at the gray skies and the dirty snow, and feel the weight of that tremendous loss, of all of those young lives obliterated. I turn to my computer when I can stand it and read about the victims and their families, tears welling in my eyes again and again.
This weekend I had a lot on my plate—workshop pieces for my online class, a book-length manuscript I’m editing, a freelance article I’ve been working on. But I couldn’t make myself sit down at my desk. I couldn’t bear to isolate myself from my family.
So instead I held my girls tightly, caught them up in as many hugs as they would allow, and I baked. Or rather I stirred and stirred, then, hours later, wrapped and wrapped. In other words: I made my first batch of homemade caramels. I have never been much of confectioner, but this year, I stumbled upon a caramel recipe that called to me. I started with the classics and then made a batch of orange espresso caramels. I have to say that they are dangerously delicious. Sunday morning as the girls were busy with a sewing project and then a beading project (with an intermission at the pool to swim), I cut cellophane, wrapped, and taped. And for those short hours, the world felt safe.
Here is a glimpse of my handywork (100 of each kind):
Sending love out into the world these days and hugging my girls close.