A countdown of sorts
According to my daughter, and several dead Mayas, this may be my last chance to get a year’s worth of blogging in before it all ends. Apparently, 2012 is either going to finish with a spiritual...
View ArticleSafehouse, or Madhouse?
I grew up in Wisconsin. Cows. Cornfields. Cold. I loved it. Most of it. Okay, some of it. There was a lot I liked. Especially the no-nonsense, matter of fact sense of humor. Our bumper stickers read,...
View ArticleLess than Blown Away
One day I’m planning to have a welcome sign painted and sprawled on a thick arched board between two great posts on either side of the driveway, somewhere about two thirds up the mountain. At first, I...
View ArticleLights, Camera … Wait. Where are the lights?
In addition to blowing out my hair, our lawn chairs, the flower boxes and a handful of shingles from the rooftop, our Herculean wind, blasting January through March across our mountaintop home, never...
View ArticleMen in plaid. Aka Highland Games
For some people, a work of nature can make their hearts sing: a sunrise or sunset, a full moon, a double rainbow, a field of poppies. For others, it might be the music of Debussy, an African children’s...
View ArticleNASA finally asks for my help.
“Hey, mom?” (daughter, Chloe, in kitchen) “Uh huh?” (wordsmith, me, at desk) “Would you like to do an experiment with me?” One of my eyes strayed from my computer screen and glanced toward her school...
View ArticleSleepblogging.
I cannot write if I cannot sleep. I even find it too taxing to breathe if I’m deprived of undisturbed slumber. My mindset is basically, Why bother? Just end it all now. And by end it all, I mean leap...
View ArticleThe Mayas were dead wrong; yes, dead, but most importantly wrong.
Although any statement I make in my house involving science is automatically tossed aside with a giant hearty laugh, I really thought I had a decent handle on math. I announced in my first post that...
View ArticleEau de malodor; the perfume of pain.
I smell like Bengay. It’s the beginning of spring. I’m surrounded by sprouting blades of dewy, green grass, by fragrant hyacinth bulbs pulsating with their heady, honeyed perfume, by the woody, pulpy...
View ArticleHairy, Huge & Unhappy: the Nature of the Beast
Nature is full of surprises. There’s the kind of surprise where you trip over a small nest that the wind inadvertently tossed out of a tree and discover it’s full of bluebird eggs. Love that one. You...
View ArticleSnake Slayer or Civil Serpent?
I like to think of myself as a fairly capable woman. Okay, that’s a lie. I’d give my left lung to have other people think of me as a fairly capable woman. Uh … okay that needs even further correcting....
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