Mediocre spring haiku: Excavating weeds / from a mass of creeping phlox / cannot pull just one First burst of weeding this year: attempted to free the creeping phlox from a belligerent weed formation that threatened to overrun and sack the defensless perennial. Phlox blooms early, so I usually like to run my initial counterattack…
These two women not only make their corner of the world better, they thrive in the doing of it. And “thrive,” in this sense, has nothing to do with wealth, fame, or reality television.
Some brilliant, wonderful fellow has thrust his pulsating political wit into the gaping void of chaos that is Twitter…and spawned magic.
In limbo between an old, dying economic model and some nebulous future one, how do we prepare ourselves for what comes next? A few days ago I posted a link to my Facebook page that prompted a few enraged replies, which I guess was just what I was looking for. (I was pissed off, and…
Ten years ago today, Hal and I got married in Belize. To celebrate our anniversary, here’s a little bit about how we came to fall in love with the place, and with each other. Beware: mushiness ahead
A few photos of the Chihuly exhibit at Cheekwood last fall, doctored up with iPhoto to bizarre effect:
Orwell thought muddled language led to muddled thinking. In a climate of overheated rhetoric in the public discourse, his message still resonates.
The worst thing about a slump, a bout of writer’s block, a dysthymic interlude–whatever you choose to call it–is that it’s lonesome in there. No light penetrates the Chamber of Self Torture, and the only sound is a drip-drip-drip of wasted time leaking out and the ominous hissing of something very nasty there in the…
The Greenery 