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You see differently when you’re on the road. Something about the ribbon of highway before you, the enclosed space of the car, the forced closeness and the expanse of sky and road. It’s a kind of magic. Greater writers than I have said so – I won’t belabour the point. But I do wonder what…

This is the 2nd baby rabbit that Sophie-the-13-year-old-cat has brought in to us. Unfortunately, the 1st one didn’t survive the experience 🙁 . (We won’t go in to the gruesome way it ended up, and it wasn’t really the cat’s fault…) Usually when Sophie brings me ‘gifts,’ if I can get to her immediately, and…

We’ve had 7 inches of rain this past week. Other parts of Oklahoma have had a foot or more. When I went to the Farmer’s Market this week, the radishes looked more like scarlet beets, they were so huge! The fragrance of rain hitting dirt has a name: petrichor. I remember when I learned that word…

 I’m enamoured of tiny houses. My dream is that I will someday be able to fit my entire belongings into 1/s of a tiny house, w/ my beloved paring his down, as well. Every thing we own would be a well-loved piece, one with intrinsic value, and/or useful. The house might just be 3 ‘rooms’…

Seeds are a GREAT metaphor. Unlike gardens… Well, maybe gardens work for some folks, but they don’t work for me when people use them to talk about multiculturalism. Hello, I GARDEN. At a verrry prestigious fellowship I once received, I sat at a table w/ a lot of pretty traditional academics. There were a few…

This is a miracle tortoise. I’m not exaggerating: it survived THIRTY YEARS in a locked storeroom. With no water (so far as anyone could tell), and no ‘real’ food. Given, a vet told the family (who were totally blown away – who wouldn’t be??) that red-footed tortoises can go up to 3 years w/out eating.…

Everyone who knows me even slightly knows I adore trains.  They’re my favourite way to travel. Because a) you don’t get airsick (or carsick). And b) you can just sit…and write. It’s this tiny world where all that exists are you, the window on America (or France, or Holland, or Belgium, or Thailand, or wherever…), a dining…

I have had the best day EVER. Full of FB messages, notes, a poem, gifts… I may be the luckiest of women. First? Both my wonderful sons called. Even from far-off Kuala Lumpur, younger son stayed up late to call this morning. And elder son called later, even w/ a stomach virus. My nephew wrote…

In honour of tomorrow’s ‘Mother’s Day,’ let’s think about what mothering is. Because it isn’t as simple as biology. It isn’t who you share genes with, or who birthed whom. No, it’s who’s there for you, who believes in you, who has your back. Who has mentored you and fussed over you while you grow. This…

When we were trying to decide whether to have a second child — considering expen$e$, time, care needs — my beloved mother-in-law said something I’ve taken to heart in many other decisions: one takes all your time; two can’t do more than that. It’s become a litmus test for me — will this really change…
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