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I finished reading the final chapter of Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs to you from my living room yesterday evening, and I was kind of sad, and also proud that I managed to create something positive with my shelter-in-home time. I tried a puzzle and gave...

I don't know about you, but I needed a little Mary Oliver this week, and the other night, when this was the sunset, I thought of her poem The Ponds. It ends with these lines: Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled-- to cast aside the weight of...

This is hard, seeing my family from a distance like this, hearing the kids playing but not being able to make the little girls chocolate milk and toast in my kitchen. This being apart from the people I love-- and even some of the people I didn't think I was too fond...

A fine morning, I mean. The sun is up and it's another good one. I had a little melt down Easter, since grandmothers and writers-- even friends and neighbors-- are not considered essential services right now and we have to stay home. I know, that is very childish, and...

I asked Chip if we should still have ham for Easter,  since it's just us, and not the usual crowd of family and friends, and he said we could wait and see what's happening by then. "It's Sunday," I said. "This Sunday?" "Yes, last Sunday was Palm Sunday." He does not...

You can watch my reading of Take Good Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs, Chapter 3 here I read it on the same day (that's today, April 7) that I was hit by a truck while riding my bike in Haines fifteen years ago. It was hard to read, and I almost re-did it, but...