I so wanted to write a blithe post about how grateful I am for my “framily.” I usually call them my Family of Friends. Today, I’m totally stealing my boss’s word for the pod her family travels in to avoid the coronavirus. Northwesterners are very happy picturing ourselves as a …
If that headline isn’t an old Devon or Cornish saying, it feels like it ought to be. I thought of it because these last few days, I’ve been watching a BBC Lionheart documentary called “The Edwardian Farm,” a “living history” year in which modern folks try to step back in …
I have already written a bit about the effect of the coronavirus pandemic on ordinary life, or at least my very ordinary life. For the most part, I’ve found it relatively easy to be insular, isolated. I no longer have Tim’s life to worry about during the pandemic. Instead, I …
You can have something vaguely roaming about in your mind for days or weeks before you decide to act on the idea and make it real. What is it that makes ‘some one of these days’ become ‘now?’ Perhaps you’ve been staring mindlessly out the window at your scrappy, weed-infested …
