I’ve been out to dinner the past two nights. This feels remarkable. Here in the Bay Area, we are experiencing a few halcyon days of
Although I don’t want to write much about death (not having a large enough spirit to embrace the idea) I was thinking. Sadness on the
When new is scarce, gotta find surprise in the old. Last November I divided the last clump of daffodils from bulbs I planted over 30
Today I am writing with my voice. This is not easy. However, if you think about it, there’s not a lot of ease in the
Here’s something new. Through the end of March, I’m writing 200-word blog posts. No more; less if needs be. I’m not usually one for challenges
It’s hard to know, these days, the role of hope, and if hope is appropriate, where? I don’t have the answers. However, I do have
My husband and I spent Thanksgiving last year, which now seems like a long time ago but wasn’t, at the Post Ranch Inn in Big
So, my dad died early Monday morning. I wanted to tell you now, not to make a fuss, but because I’d told you it was
My father, known here and beloved as Professor C., is in his last days. Eventually, when it’s written, I’ll post his obituary. Soon, I hope
There are those who have made their houses more beautiful in the pandemic. Before we begin today’s exegesis, let me direct you to Northern California
Happy 2022! Shall we begin with a searing re-examination of life and meaning in these times? Or, instead, a teeny jaunt through the re-making of
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