Storing Up Hope, Or, Saturday Morning at
Good morning. Hope. Hope doesn’t mean “Yeehaw we’re all set now, nothing but blue skies, la la la!” It’s more like the cleared space when
Good morning. Hope. Hope doesn’t mean “Yeehaw we’re all set now, nothing but blue skies, la la la!” It’s more like the cleared space when
It’s an absolutely beautiful morning here in the Bay Area. After something like five years when we suffered through temperatures of over 100 degrees in

For those who need it, the precise beauty of a spider web’s heart and a flower caught therein. Peace in the dew. And for those

I don’t know about you but I’ve been nervous, which isn’t all that fun. America’s election is a month away. Luckily, there are things to

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m working on building a new little community, following the deaths of my mother, my long-distance best friend, and my father.

We had a heat pump installed this week. Yesterday, the temperatures having reached 101F in my town, our patio hot enough to blister the soles

I’ve always struggled with Internet Gratitude. Feels too much like mayonnaise on a lens; smearing over life’s hardships so as not to mind the things
I was going to write about wisdom. Then hoses of our newly-installed washing machine started to drip water and that was a whole drama. Resolved
There’s a concept, in fiction, of “writing yourself into the story.” Doesn’t mean writing about yourself per se, more like writing a bunch of detail
I’ve spent a lot of the week wondering how to post today, in light of the attacks and counter-attacks in Israel and Gaza. The answer

You all have some strong and intelligent opinions about aging. So, I thought, as a newly minted 67-year old, I might talk about my

Well that was not fun. I highly recommend not catching COVID, in case you wondered. To recap, I have had every vaccine known to mankind
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