This Time Around

It’s just gone Thanksgiving around here and we celebrated in all the usual ways–eating until we waddled, piling crisp, amber leaves to jump into and rearranging the nine pairs of shoes on the backdoor shoe rack. No, wait, that’s just something our...

A Plague of Starlings

You know when having your figs stolen reminds you of being a writer? I’ve written about the fig tree in our garden before. We enjoy them every August for the glut of honey-sweet mess they are. Except this year, because this year the starlings enjoyed them...

The Original Blogger

  I was introduced to Sei Shonogan around the time the word “blog” was coined. I say introduced but of course that is physically impossible, as Sei Shonogan was a Japanese author over one thousand years ago. Ruth Ozeki made the connections –...