I’m okay. I’m fine. I don’t need anything.

It’s naptime and we’ve just finished peeing, pooping and reading two chapters from a fat library book of Woody and Continue reading →

Bewitched by Birch I

It’s the last day of August and, like the Sandhill cranes who’ve already hightailed it out of the Alaskan Interior, Continue reading →

A Matter of Life and Death

Holy guacamole! Today’s been one of those emotionally confusing, wabi sabi, wibbly wobbly, don’t- know-if-we’re-coming-or-going kind of days here in Continue reading →