Celebrating spring and community in the woods, with stops for refreshments.
Celebrating spring and community in the woods, with stops for refreshments.
Family and the fine art of hospitality.
Given the firehose of outrages spewing from Washington, I feel I should take to the streets in protest, but I wouldn’t know what to write on my cardboard sign.
I thought that by focusing on small, joyful things, I might minimize the horror building in my chest.
A commemorative plate, my first vote, my mother at Jimmy Carter’s inaugural, Bob’s undergrad, and carrying the trash.