Ocean

I’m sitting outside, half writing exam questions, mostly watching the fire burn. Occasionally I throw another board on. Larry, Ed’s cat, ski...

How come the hazards of life are so often... beautiful? It was a miserable beginning to a Saturday. Cold. Drizzly. Cold, really, barely abov...

That tree needs to come down – I say. It has a sprawling habit and it is invasive . [And it’s very close to the future site of the Writer’s...

April ends with sweet confetti. The last day of the month, the last day of teaching (until July), the last day of a long period of disorgani...

In the years that I have been blogging, less than a handful of days passed without a post. Wednesday turned out to be one of them. Why? The ...

This is the second day in a row that she is here. Yesterday she sat out on the balcony chair and I watched her rest on her legs, folded unde...

As we move forward with the building of the Writer’s Shed, Ed and I are still discussing who to hire for help with construction. Last week, ...

The Writer’s Shed is not even in the most formative stages of construction yet and still I feel the need to roll up my sleeves and do my par...

The winds blow this way and the winds blow that way. April can be a difficult month. But you know, we need a different marker of warmth than...

In the evening, the weather people are warning of storms. The severe kind that do damage. Ed and I are back at Menards, looking at windows, ...

I’m generous with passes in class. You don’t want to talk? Okay. You get a pass. I’ll give myself the same here. It was a work day. I pass o...

All day long I have been thinking that it's hard to be a goose. Unless you're this goose. On another note, I want to ask this`-- am ...

I go along. Earth day? Yes! On board! I think green thoughts daily now, but today I think super green thoughts. And it’s soooooo easy! A bir...

I have been thinking about being 55 for a while now. Of course, hitting the two fives is just as significant as hitting any number. Another ...