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 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
‘Tis the season of flickering lights, whether you celebrate a major winter holiday, a minor one, or only a short line of squares on the
Toward the goal of dimming my unwarranted distresses to the glow of one–probably–orange bulb I’ve been thinking about “being in the moment.” I understand that
In an unprecedented but benign development, Saturday Morning will be appearing Sunday Night Sometime After Sunset, But We Are Not Yet Sure When. See you
Are you placid? I guess what I’m trying to figure out, net-net, is happiness. I have a seismic capacity for joy, and I’m lifelong grateful.
The day has happily gotten away from me. I can also happily imagine that you are well busy, but if not, please don’t worry. Things
What this is not: a perfectly decorated, knock-your-socks-off, Internet-setting-on-fire anything. What this is: one small way to fix up your living spaces and support your
In the early days of blogging, an entire decade ago, I read my peers widely. In those days, I made friends I am bonded to
Good gray morning to you, my friends. This August the coast of Northern California, in contrast to the incinerating Eastern and Central regions, has been
Good morning. If you remember, I am prone to caveats when posting my outfits. I’ve been concerned about the inaccuracy of my mirror. So, we
No full post today, as I’ve been hit with a bout of vertigo. Did you know we have microscopic crystals in our ears that help
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