September 14, 2021
There’s a baby oak tree in the potting room sink. Five years ago, on an August afternoon in North Carolina, I sat with JoHn (and about seven hundred additional humans) in the shade of a dozen or so massive oak trees. We were gathered to see our kids (in this case, my ‘baby’) welcomed into their... Read more...
July 26, 2021
This past Tuesday, five women stepped aboard a boat and headed toward a dream. Okay, that’s too flourish-y, too much. This past Tuesday, five women stepped aboard a boat and I don’t know about the other four, but I got to realize a dream. Sure, a little self-centered but hey, it’s me at the keyboard... Read more...
June 09, 2021
Last week, I had lunch with a very close and very old – like, not old but long-time – friend. Along the hours (yep!), and on some topic or other (they come fastly and furiously), my friend made a gesture indicating she is sort of back and forth with her thoughts on a certain issue. I... Read more...
quote scrawled on the chalkboard above my stove...
- anthony bourdain's no reservations
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