Books and Better Days The woodman came this morning.  The Songwriter helped him arrange a hefty load of logs in a corner of our front porc...

    Frogs The sweater was red and gold plaid, one of the warmest I owned at the time, and I wore it on September third, the year I turned s...

      The Book When a dream is realized you no longer count the hours.  Those endless afternoons in a cranny of the library, lost inside a w...

This Easter Being an April baby, Easter has occasionally coincided with my birthday.  This was delightfully confusing when I was a ...

Black Swans Long before any of us were walking around, people were sure about many things.  The earth was flat.  The surest way to c...

Puppies and Patriots Say hello to George! I know, I know, three dogs is excessive.  But we'd been keeping an eye out for a pla...

Here it Comes Again "I cannot believe it's Christmas again." Keeping an ear out for interesting conversations can...

A Line Across Humanity A few weeks ago, when I promised to be a more regular presence here on the blog, I mentioned how much more d...

Too Soon For School A Summer Book List Humans have complained about change for as long as time has been unwinding.  I do my best ...