(my daily blog)
I’m driving way out into the country to a farm. It’s a nice afternoon to see some horses, and in Central Pennsylvania, you don’t have
It’s never a good time to paint your living room. But we decide to refresh the living room–give it a little lift (my neighbor’s words)–before
I’m lounging by the neighborhood pool, and I notice a group of teenage boys wildly attacking one another, throwing one another into the water, and
As Seamus Heaney wrote in his poem, “Blackberry Picking,” the red berries finally “inked up and that hunger / sent us out” to harvest. It’s
I’m back in the woods for the first time all summer. As the sun sets, the children gather burrs to make the roof of a
Today I remember a conversation I had with my husband years ago. We were talking about careers and our future. We asked this question: “What
I’m learning that children eat anything if you wrap it in seaweed. I make a pot of rice and then mix in some rice vinegar.
The grove of trees behind my home stands completely still this morning. Except for one little tree. That tree’s bright green leaves shimmy and shake
This afternoon, a friend tells me about a seminar she attended. She describes the teacher as someone who “gave his full attention to each person.”
I arrive into my driveway, and an enormous Pandora Sphinx Moth greets me. The moth–as big as my own hand–sits with authority as if sent