One Reason to Read Your Old Notes

Old notes follow you around. I had this note about bindweed written in a small notebook for about a year. Then I ripped it out of the notebook and put it in a folder in my office for a long time. I keep looking at it. It’s about bindweed. I made the note one day after...

Why You Should Break Out of Your Cage

Don’t scroll past the photo! I’m writing this post because I love this photo. These are two of my sister’s kids in their dog’s cage a couple of years ago. (Yes, he’s a big dog, a curious, friendly yellow lab. He takes up the whole cage now.) I stayed with my sister...

How to Use Big Words to Impress People

I remember the day my dad said to me, “Is everything copacetic?” I was a teenager and had to admit I did not know what that word meant. (And English was not even my dad’s first language.) When I once tried the word out on my own teenager, he did not know what it meant...

Where Story Ideas Come From

My friend Lorri must throw fairy dust over the creatures in her back yard, because somehow she gets them to cooperate with having their pictures taken. The squirrels in my yard shoot off as soon as they sense I might be thinking about them. Ever since I started...

What Color Is Joy?

I was rather hoping for a better show from my irises. Some years they burst forth faster than I can count the blooms. Not this year. Five blooms, and I don’t see any more hopeful stems. I’m sure a better gardener than I—a real one, for instance—could explain the...