Memorial Day weekend has come and gone. The traditional beginning of summer, this one like no other we've experienced, brings a little easing of pandemic restrictions, if not the anxiety that we're moving too quickly too soon. People are antsy, edgy, ready to go to the beach or the park, not to … [Read more...] about Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
Isn’t it Just Like February (redux)
Yo-Yo Ma once famously said that music happens between the notes--one way of explaining what I love about the mysteriousness of edges, cusps, those in-between places that demand our attention. A skim of ice on a sun-drenched lake. The shape of clouds against the sky. The month of … [Read more...] about Isn’t it Just Like February (redux)
One from the archives
Making a clean sweep of things sometimes gets the best of me. The other day, I was intent on finally consolidating blog posts from an earlier platform into my WordPress site. My digital (blogging) imprint began ten years ago with Blogger, and I moved to WordPress two years … [Read more...] about One from the archives
Just keep swimming . . . and blogging?
Labor Day has come and gone, and with it the season most riddled with paradox. If those long light-filled days of summer are so lazy hazy, why do they seem to slip away in a flash? Plausible theories may explain why time seems to speed up as we age. But even as a child, the … [Read more...] about Just keep swimming . . . and blogging?
Isn’t it just like February?
It hits me every year, just as January rolls into February: the shift in daylight, so incremental until it's suddenly noticeable, particularly around sunset. Groundhog aside, all you need is to pay attention to the light to know spring is on its way. Of all the months in the year, February … [Read more...] about Isn’t it just like February?
Rain rain go away . . .
This morning had me scrambling outside for a walk during a brief break from the rain we seem to be getting a lot of lately. Scattered thunderstorms are a summertime staple, the operative word being ‘scattered.’ Rolling thunder. Lightning bolts cracking through the sky, as mystifying and … [Read more...] about Rain rain go away . . .