When Life Gives You Lemons. . .
Okay, that’s a deceptive title. No need for lemonade-making here at the moment, except that we have an imminent departure of a beloved visitor on our horizon and she’s heading to that Land Where Lemons…
View PostOkay, that’s a deceptive title. No need for lemonade-making here at the moment, except that we have an imminent departure of a beloved visitor on our horizon and she’s heading to that Land Where Lemons…
View PostSome recent random aperçus, or observations — not quite epiphanies, but bordering on — about this state of my retirement and my move through what some sociologists are calling Young Old Age (sometimes designated as…
View PostIf you’ve been peeking at my Instagram feed, you might know that I’ve been in Portland, Oregon this week. Pater had meetings here, and I accompanied him in anticipation of playing flâneuse — and getting…
View PostOkay, so far I’m liking the greater immediacy and ease of posting the books I’m reading on Instagram. I don’t feel as compelled (or constrained!) to wait until I’ve got a few decently structured paragraphs…
View PostI’m working on a more sustained post — about how I’m feeling about our “new” home two-and-a-half years into the move — but for a quick Monday greeting, I offer you this little portrait I…
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