Well before the pandemic, I read Station's Eleven  by Emily St. John Mandel. I guess it is post-apocalyptic, in that modern civilization...

I worked a lot with my hands during the pandemic. First, I cleaned out every space in or near this house. Then, like a crazed Rapunzel, I fa...

Those were the words of that great Kansas philosopher, Dorothy Gale. She muttered it in Munchkinland but, based on my last year or so, I now...

Last year, as spring slid into summer, my mother slowly slid into what would be the last months of her life. The process started with disen...

Everywhere I look, I see an army massing. It is the army of daughters, holding on to their aged parents. To doctors and dentists, to...

We had a lot of construction around here this winter. Mostly so Himself, now retired and a full time woodworker, could have a studio that 1)...

No, its not a typo. Cutting up pages from magazines, adding bits of handmade paper, throwing in the odd bit of ephemera here and there...and...