The south fork of the Tuolumne River curves through our camp. At the center there is a deep green swimming hole, ringed with granite boulders, indulgent on the hot, dusty afternoons. At night, from our tent-cabin, we can hear Continue reading
Boxes: we are down to the last few. But those last few are the ones that, when opened, force you to think what, where, why, how, how … how on earth! or (better) how about over there? This evening I’m leaving them be: three weeks in and I’ve called a timeout on unpacking. Those last few things will find their place. This is supposed to be our ‘forever’ house – a few more days can’t hurt. Continue reading
Hello, friends! This was going to be my Mother’s Day post. Continue reading
I have been stalking the markets, waiting for rhubarb. It finally showed up last week. My favorite vegetable. I have all sorts of plans for its short sassy season, but right away on getting it home I needed to make something. Continue reading
No person should go hungry, period. When it is a child, it is even more heartbreaking. Here in the U.S., 50 million people don’t have enough to eat. 16 million of them are children: that’s 1 in 4 kids who don’t know where their next meal will come from. I’m honored to donate this post as part of Food Bloggers Against Hunger; my hope with today’s action is that we will raise awareness about food insecurity and hunger in the United States, while sharing some ideas about what you can do to help. Continue reading
Hanging laundry on the line means a moment outside, a moment to squint in the brightness and breathe the air and feel the energy shift as the boys find outlets other than each other. I’m a green warrior, solar-powered, unstoppable: “one must begin in one’s life the private solutions that will become public solutions …” Still, at the end, the laundry must be folded. An exercise in presence, in being thankful for each moment.
But sometimes I forget that part.