August 25th, 2025

Some days, the house is a mess, the gardens are a mess,  I am a mess. It ain’t pretty around here. Maya is back at school in North Carolina, opening big, heavy doors to wisdom.  Lucia is camping off the edge of a Colorado mountain lake. Jack is sitting quietly on a surfboard, watching the […]

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August 4th, 2025

My fingernails have dirt under them from aggressive weeding, and I still have Hawaiian sand in my summer bag. I’ve never been a great cleaner or weeder.  My first week back from Hawaii, I had an attitude, and it showed. I left the suitcase unpacked for a day or two, resisted the big food shop, […]

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