Every morning at the lake, I drink my coffee from the top porch where I’m comfy in my chair and close to more coffee. One morning this summer I changed it up. I filled my mug and took the steps down to the dock where I could sit low and watch the fog slowly lift… Continue reading Defining Community: Starlings and He Who Has No Name*
I have a skirt that I bought my sophomore year in high school. It's a cool skirt, dark green with funky little Mayan-looking symbols on it, but it is over thirty years old. I am a culler, not a hoarder, so why on earth would I keep something that long? It's because, as we women… Continue reading The Excellence Czar.