My ugly garden grows many things, my mood among them. I’ve made a few mistakes, but the creative problem solving keeps me sharp.
Don’t Rub Your Eyes
A couple weeks ago I woke up very early in the morning and my eyes itched terribly. So I dug into them like I was scouring a frying pan.
Tiny Acts of Domesticity
It’s the tiny acts of domesticity that keep us together and tear us apart when we share a home for a long period of time.
My Flight of Fancy
Yesterday I was serious about doing a somersault. It was an early morning flight of fancy, but I really thought I would do it.
My Cocaine Hippo
He’s on his knees, wet and muddy, spinning his whimsy, one of my favorite things about working outside together, the stories.
Loose Cannon Syndrome
My problem is, I say what I think, but I also say what I don’t think. I can be thoughtless. That’s Loose Cannon Syndrome.
Pushing Against the Tide
The tide is going nowhere, it flows both ways, and it will be back tomorrow. So, just stop with the striving and float.