Did I tell you that Oliver surprised me by coming home for a week? He did. It was so wonderful to lay eyes on that face, and I even hugged h...

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What's it like to face death every night? you ask. What exactly is it like I ask myself. Tonight. Every night, almost. Every time Sophie...

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  Migrating Nashville Warbler photo by Carl Jackson  Instagram: @mo_better_birds I'm slowly easing myself out of Facebook and Blogger to...

  In reaching deep I discard let go of all the old things but not for new things new ways new anything. This place where I find myself is no...

  What more is there to say? We all wept yesterday when we heard the news that RBG had died. We all felt sorrow that she had hung on for us,...

  What it looks like every morning when the sun rises I think all I want to do right now is cook and read and write. And talk on the phone t...

  My kindergarten picture makes me feel an enormous sense of relief. It grounds me. It makes me smile. I'm not the sort of woman who smi...

That photo of me during what would become the peak of my adolescent geekdom is at the top of the fourth most viewed post on my blog, tit...

You are not behaving like a decent person.  I do not respect you. Gabrielle Blair, The Consequences of Your Actions I hope you...