This blog is about Vermont, and motherhood, and life — three things that are usually fun, frequently hilarious, and sometimes difficult.


The original Pickle Patch blog was born in 2008, when our first daughter was 6 months old. I began the blog as a way of keeping our family updated on our (okay, really just the baby’s) adventures as we traveled up and down the East Coast for the summer. When that summer ended and we returned to California, multiple family members asked me to keep the blog going. So I did. Over the next three years, as we added two more daughters to our family, it served as a kind of newsletter where I’d post occasional updates (“Fiona’s walking!” “Campbell’s talking!” “Georgia’s been born!”).

By 2011, we had three daughters and were preparing to move cross-country to Vermont. Baby news — things like walking and talking — isn’t quite as interesting the third time around, and I had my hands full trying to shepherd our little family across the U.S. What to do with the blog?

I decided to change it up. Instead of writing updates for immediate family, I started writing for me. I wrote about what I was experiencing, feeling and thinking — as a wife, as a mom, as a recent transplant to small town Vermont. Because those aspects of my identity are always under development, so is this blog.


Nothing, really. I just made it up on the fly. Because she was TINY at birth, we affectionately called our first daughter “Pickle,” and we’ve used it as a term of endearment for all of our daughters. “Patch” came along because…well, alliteration is fun and easy!

Yes, I’m aware that there’s actually no such thing as a Pickle Patch. Pickles don’t grow in patches; they’re made by pickling cucumbers in brine, vinegar, or another solution and then allowing them to ferment.

But the more I think about it, my accidental name may be appropriate after all. A patch is a small space, distinct from the area around it, where things grow. That exactly describes my hopes for my life, my home, and this blog.

And if that patch happens to be growing pickles? Well, aren’t pickles fitting metaphors for US? We start off fresh, but then we have to go through so much bitterness. The thing is, if you can go through the bitter and then ferment a little, you may just turn into something wonderful. The sour doesn’t have to spoil us. After all, what’s more complex and interesting to eat: a cucumber or a pickle?

Okay, that might be a stretch, but I’m sticking to it. I’ve thought many times about changing the name of this blog, but I won’t because I’m too lazy, because I would probably come up with something horribly pretentious, and because I suspect that other people are too lazy to follow this blog under a different name. After all, you only have so many hours in the day, and you have a lot of things coming at you in that time.

SO, thanks for reading!

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