For some reason, I can’t keep track of my plot without something physical to look at. Normally, it’s sticky notes, but since I moved out of our town house, where my attic office had a slanty ceiling, that doesn’t work too well. The walls here are textured. I tried index cards, but that seemed kind […]
“Help!” says the little twig. “I thought it was supposed to be spring!”
The first of several posts on Winter Storm Valerie.
Emerging from a deep snow always feels a little like waking from a dream–one where the world is candy-coated, time stands still, and all that matters is playing fetch, taking pictures, and memorizing the beauty of an unexpected storm.
Stillwater Diary, April 19. 2017 It’s mating season! The birds are singing their hearts out, serenading their lady-loves, the mountain lion is squalling like a cat in heat (because she is a cat in heat!), and the jackrabbits are duking it out on the Great Plains. This seems like a very peculiar ritual, but jackrabbits […]
Magic surrounds us, ephemeral and fleeting, alive for mere moments and too often thrown away.