Tea Leaves

Time is too weird. It contracts, then it shoots forward (or back), it dawdles, stops still, and then suddenly we’re twenty years down the ro...

The Purple Shawl The shawl is finished! A few of you commented on my earlier post and photo of it, so I thought I’d show you how it came o...

Until about two years ago my “pet” peeve was not having one--a pet, I mean. I love dogs, my family usually had dogs from my childhood throug...

Are We Meeting Again, or For the First Time? My husband and I are visiting my mother at her assisted living, sitting at the dinner table w...

History is not always cut-and-dried, it-happened-and-it’s-over. Sometimes it hides its mysteries inside itself.   Look at the following tw...

I am blessed to do what I love for a living. I’ve always wanted to work with words, and (except for a brief, badly advised interval that sha...

As a new crocheter, I might be a little overenthusiastic, but I like to have a few projects going at a time. Today I made some progress on a...