the ineffable grace of mundane days

Just after I returned home tonight, there was a knock on my door. Can I just say that I have the best neighbors, ever? Kay and Andy, my down...

These summer days have been an indolent gift. Every morning, I wake up after nine hours of sleep. Do you have any idea how gorgeous that is?...

My nephew has become besotted with Mr. Rogers lately. Andy told me about this the other day on the phone. Apparently, they showed Elliott hi...

Yesterday was a gorgeous day--everything relaxed and happy under that big Seattle sky. The fat grey raindrops on my actual birthday (Friday)...

"You say it's your birthday? Well, it's my birthday too, yeah. You say it's your birthday. We're going to have a g...

Life is good. Full. Alive. Suprising. Threaded through with comfortable silences. I've had a slew of houseguests all of July. Ma...

PORT TOWNSEND I’m sitting in a capacioius room in an old home in Port Townsend as I write this to you. The window is thrown wide open, th...