October 16, 2025
For many years (a little more than 33 in fact), whenever anyone else asked what it was like to be a mother – or a father, for that matter – a certain, wistful smile found it’s way to my face. It wasn’t – isn’t – a sad or longing wistful, but more a reflective, gently... Read more...
September 15, 2025
Just now, a male cardinal flew to the top of the wrought iron shepherds crook that holds my bird feeder – the one with the internal gadget that closes when something too heavy sits on its sitter-ring-thing, making it – apparently – squirrel proof. I believe it is called ‘The Squirrel Buster’, but ought to... Read more...
January 07, 2025
Yesterday, I went to the wake for a friend. That doesn’t quite capture it. Yesterday I joined a wake of friends… and family… and colleagues and others who loved and/or liked and/or respected a very good guy. It was an honor to be in their company. This man left a lot of great people in... Read more...
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
One funny moment after Jack proposed to Mac (and Mac dissolved, pretty much, into a melted snowman puddle (but recovered quickly enough for us... Read More
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was nature’s... Read More
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More