I’m Living in a Simulation!
It’s lovely, but can I trust it? I know better than to believe what I see I write this as I’m sitting on the patio of our corner lot, gazing out at the linden trees and honey locusts that reach…
It’s lovely, but can I trust it? I know better than to believe what I see I write this as I’m sitting on the patio of our corner lot, gazing out at the linden trees and honey locusts that reach…
I can’t be the only one who feels that way Don’t get me wrong; I love the cards and flowers What mother doesn’t enjoy being treated by her offspring? Mothering is hard work with high stakes, with brutal hours, a…
The truly most wonderful time of the year What to call the week between Christmas and New Year’s? Google the question and you’ll find many answers, none of which we seem to have settled on. It appears the Brits, or…
A found poem Image by Oberholster Venita from Pixabay I’ve been thinking a lot about the changing shape of Christmas. No surprise there: this is a Christmas season like none other. This Christmas will be smaller, quieter, and much more contained, for reasons…