Going Deep
Updated June 21, 2020 One of the favourite books of my childhood was Heidi, the story of a little girl who lived on the Alm (Alp) with her grandfather (first published in 1880, more here). I haven’t read the book since I was 12 or 13 and didn’t remember much more then that. In a…
Life Before Death
I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, because it’s about death and that can be hard to read about. But it’s also about life and not just because death is part of life. I saw a link on dooce a little while ago about a project called Life before Death. A German photographer…
Weekend Water Report
I love my weekends. I guard them with the vigilance of a medieval lord with 11 marriageable daughters and a handsome stable boy. They – the weekends, not the marriageable daughters – are my sanctuary, two days of peace after five of running around. I find my equilibrium again, stop the static buzzing through my…
Announcing!
Spring! Is here!! I’m sorry, normally I’m not a very exclamation point kinda person, but I’m not quite done yet. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ah, that’s better. My friend Leslie has finally relented and started up a blog. She’s frequently funny, often soulful and I love her writing. Please pop by her Spring Chicken and say hello. The…
The Human the Orchid and the Octopus
It’s no secret that since I was a child, I have worshiped Jacques Cousteau, dreamt of working on the Calypso or if I can’t do that, then spend a few hours in his company, learning at the feet of a master. After his death a decade ago, it became the dream that would never come…
Waking Dream and Waking
There’s been a strange confluence of events. Somewhere between a recent steroid shot (which the Humira needs in order to have the possibility of kicking my state of ability and health past OK), several days worth of massive painkillers due to a seating issue and, I suspect, warmer weather (no drafts = less muscle clench!),…
Exciting/Six Degrees of Lord of the Rings
A few days ago, I was contacted by the lovely Sarah from HealthCentral.com, asking if they could feature one of my February posts. Naturally (because some days are not blonder than others), I agreed and you can find it here. It’s very exciting connecting to a new community and I can highly recommend their sites…
In My Grandparents’ Basement: A Scent Memory
Updated March 11, 2021 My pharmacist is renovating and as part of the process, they’ve built floor-to-ceiling shelves made of pressed wood for their files. As I walked in the door, the smell of sawdust instantly transported me back to my childhood or, more specifically, the basement of the building where my mormor and morfar…