If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
I knew I would have to wait a few days to get to get started on Dephemerember, but I didn't expect to fall seriously ill. However, I have. And that has meant putting everything on hold: junk journal challenges, Christmas preparations, working, playing, and blogging. This is day five. I'm up and dressed, but I... Continue Reading →
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald is a memoir about how she trained a northern goshawk for falconry after her father's unexpected death. Like her experiences, the book is full of strange, wonderful, and unexpected things, including stories about T.H. White. But the most unexpected thing was when she called John Muir a liar... Continue Reading →
We don't try to fix a flat tire on a bicycle by beating on it with a baseball bat. We don't expect kittens and puppies that are kicked and yelled at to be friendly and out-going. We don't think the best way to encourage a seedling to grow tall and strong is to stomp on... Continue Reading →
In case you are wondering, I'm still sick. It's day 16 of this virus and I am ready to be well again. While I've been gradually getting better, last night my throat pain flared back up and I was afraid I was headed for a major relapse. This morning I am tired, but not in... Continue Reading →
I've been sick for a week now and am getting better oh-so-slowly. It's an opportunity to work on being patient with myself and my body, but lessons in patience are my least favorite kind. This lesson has included changing my expectations in big ways, from skipping a chance to see Chihuly Nights at the Denver Botanical... Continue Reading →
