You Will Hear Music

You Will Hear Music

Who will be the future apprentices—the ones who will put in the time? Hammer the metal one thousand blows to make the perfect horseshoe? These are things I think about when I despair about smart phones and sound bytes and plastic debris filling the oceans. When my...
Bicycles, and Hello to My Younger Self

Bicycles, and Hello to My Younger Self

Last night we grabbed bicycles and took a little spin down the road and back. After years of living on mountaintops, we live in a fairly flat valley now. An evening jaunt on a bicycle is a pleasure instead of a distressing, heart-attack-inducing grind. My daughter...
Pretending

Pretending

So much of adulthood is about responsibility and making good impressions. Setting an example. It’s been dreary and rainy day upon day, week upon week. When the sun shines it’s when I’ve needed to keep butt in seat, face to a screen. By this morning I...
The Dew on the First of May

The Dew on the First of May

I am at peace with my three trillion freckles. But when I was a child, I lamented them daily. I was dubbed Freckle Face and Shrimp by my classmates (yes, I’m freckled AND short). When my mother suggested that my freckles would disappear if I tried a remedy from an Old...