It’s a Monday morning in late December, near freezing outside and so clear the sky was full of stars when I let Travis out at 5:30. My gardening efforts over the past week can be summed up in six leaf bags, seven bundles of twigs ready for pickup tomorrow, and two sore hands. Not very glamorous. It’s the end of the year. Continue reading
I try. I really try. But I think I’ve reached the limit as far as change is concerned. I think it’s too late for me to learn anything. I’m as locked in place as this rock I saw last weekend with a tree root growing right through it.
There are places on the internet where the word “nope” signifies the writer’s absolute refusal to encounter something, something so horrible, hideous, or terrifying that articulation fails beyond the single syllable. Generally this is reserved for giant spiders, palm-sized cockroaches, and black mambas. Continue reading