Alive and breathing in SW Washington
I was wiping down the kitchen counter. My right hand was sweeping along in that lazy figure-eight motion you don’t think about, heading straight for a mason jar. Before I registered the jar existed, my left hand reached over, picked…
Roadie came to us at four weeks old, the son of a local feral female. We snagged him early and weaned him ourselves. He was one of three kittens. The other two didn’t make it. A raccoon found them a…
I’ve started keeping a tally, which is the surest sign a thing has caught my curiosity and won’t quit. The phrase is “my husband.” Women here say it constantly. My husband put up the fence. My husband won’t touch squash.…
The old adage about teaching old dogs new tricks doesn’t hold up well around here. I’ve spent my whole working life learning and adapting, though not in the way you might picture. I’m not the one who writes the elegant…
I read something this morning that made me close the laptop and go outside. It doesn’t much matter what it was, which is sort of the point. A take, delivered with complete certainty, about something the writer clearly hadn’t turned…
The frogs are back. They started singing in March, same as the last two years, and the pond greeted five or six of them — sometimes closer to ten when I count carefully and they cooperate by holding still. The…
September 2016 of our yearlong cross country adventure.
August 2016 of our yearlong cross country adventure.
July 2016 of our yearlong cross country adventure.
June 2016 of our yearlong cross country adventure.