Welcome good things

A few weeks ago (or maybe less), a friend and I drove into the country to visit an organic goat farm during their open house. It was hot and the sun shone too bright as it bounced blazes off of melting highway. But this sweet friend and I were overdue for adventure and our destination … More Welcome good things

Making space.

In yoga, folks talk about making space. We make space on our mats for our imperfections and triumphs and disappointments. Weariness and strength. The ego doesn’t have much space allotted to the real estate of yoga mats, though mine still shows up right before I do the yoga equivalent of “hold my beer.” About Father’s … More Making space.

3 years at least

I finally did it. Following at least three years of languid research, six or so weeks of intense discovery, nearly a decade of recommendations from kith and kin; and the favorite friend who scouted two cars I’d identified and cross-referenced across multiple car-buying services and Motor Trend, Consumer Reports, NADA, etc., ran through VIN-check services … More 3 years at least

Blind-spot detector

What can you say about a car – a sweet Vibe even – that looks and sounds better from a distance or when freshly out of a tornado-driven thunderstorm? I’m not materialistic, but even I eventually recognize the time to part with things like my long-appreciated adventure wagon, a 2004 Pontiac Vibe. I’ve been casually … More Blind-spot detector

I had forgotten

I’m getting a new roommate. Izzy is going to soon make her triumphant – if not temporary – unexpected return to the Hobbit House. Gosh, I’ve missed her. Izzy has been the head of ranch security on the land Z’s parents own in Oklahoma for the past years. She has barked up the southern sun. … More I had forgotten