These days I'm haunted by my choices. The job is good. I work from 8-5:30 with a couple of outside breaks between, but as soon as supper is over and the dishes done, I'm back outside on the garden steps... Read more →

It's taken a long time to understand that the root of my, um, the root of the things I find most uncomfortable in my life, is a perceived lack of choice. It's hard to pinpoint when actual lack of choice... Read more →

Somewhere in an attic and/or storage facility that is not mine live three extra-large bins of Lego parts that represent the sum total of my boy's formative years. At one time each piece belonged to a set; some small, some... Read more →

I sit on the steps at the garden door and discuss the state of the universe with the mountains as many times a day as are required to keep my head from popping off and rolling into the cabbage patch.... Read more →