Back in the day, James and I planted raspberries and blueberries in what we call our “planting strip,” the small strip of land between the sidewalk and the street. It’s not very much space, and actually when we bought our house it was fully cemented over — one of the …
The aimless wander is a particular friend of mine. This is the wander, by bike or foot or whatever, in which I have no real destination and though maybe a sort of general idea of a goal (“I saw a lake on the map, maybe I will find it!” or …
I’ve been thinking about life choices ever since a few days ago when an email came through on one of my various urban ecology listserves that mentioned a job. It is a job that I think I would be really, really good at and would also, on paper anyway, be …
Three women at the top of Mt Tabor were peering intently into some tree, really high up, with binoculars this morning, and I stopped my run for a sec to ask them what they were looking at. “A great horned owl and its babies!” one of them answered, and gave …
