My name is Molly, though that’s not my legal name, but it is what I’ve always been called. Apparently I ‘came into the world’ with the name Molly – so said my mother, the last person in the whole wide world you would expect to say something like that. No one calls me Marion (my grandmother’s name and the one on my birth certificate), except my husband occasionally, when he’s being really sweet. Usually he calls me Moll, or fish face, or baby (which is a funny story, involving toast), but not pamplemousse, which is the only nickname I’ve really ever wanted. It’s French for grapefruit and I just love the sound of it.
The first thing I ever claimed to want to be was a blueberry. (I told this to a woman in a grocery store when I was old enough to talk but small enough to still be sitting in the cart) I only bring this up because perhaps the signs were there early about me and food. I spent a lot of years wanting to be an actress and eventually became a psychologist who accidentally ended up as an innkeeper/ baker/ bartender/ restaurant owner – all at once. So you could say I was a psychologist with access to butter and booze.
I live in Vermont, where I have now lived longer than anywhere else. I have moved around a lot, in the US and abroad, as a child and an adult. I’m a city kid by birth (meaning I know how to use public transportation and look like I know where I’m going, even when I don’t) and a rural grownup by luck and choice (meaning I can tell you more about dairy farming than I ever thought possible and quiet does not bother me). All the moving around certainly explains a lot about me, in good and not-so-good ways.
I’m no longer an innkeeper, but I am still baking and finding people to give baked goods to, and thinking about roots in a pretty unrooted life, and paying attention to the ordinary, everyday stories around me. I don’t remember when it first occurred to me that the word ‘wonderful’ was actually the words ‘wonder’ and ‘full’ but I haven’t been able to get that thought out of my head. And, without meaning to sound hokey, life is pretty wonder full, even when it’s not wonderful. And so I’m also trying to spotlight the ordinary wonders in life.