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Ever evolving

When I was around 12 or 13 years-old and babysitting back in the mid-'70s -- yep, you read that right: I was babysitting other people's children, on the regular, at age 12 with…

Sequence matters

The order in which things are said, done or occur matters in many instances and in others, not at all. It matters, for example, whether I put the oil in the saucepan and heat…

So cozy and warm

As winter sets in and temperatures drop, being warm and cozy starts to climb higher on my list of priorities. Despite layering myself in warm wools for sleep (wool socks for sure, a worn…

It ain’t always pretty

You may not give it much thought, but there is so much involved in getting those perfectly-shaped, blemish-free, robust-looking veggies to the store. I know because they rarely emerge from the garden. As…

Ever so deserving

When my father died a few years ago and left a muddled and messy estate behind, we desperately needed an estate lawyer. As the estates's personal representative, I asked a lawyer whose opinion…

My mom’s art

My mother is an artist. (She's also many other things, but she is an artist, for sure.) I just love her work! When she was a child in an immigrant-rich, crowded and filled-to-the-gills, coal-mining town…

The mother of invention

Now that the winter holidays season has mostly passed, I can speak. I'm not saying when or where this happened, but I will say that I was able to offload a what-am-I-gonna-do-with-this? bottle of…

Seed-lending library love

For the past few months, anytime anyone in our (small, but mighty) family spoke with my sister Rebecca, we got an earful about the Global Seed Library Census project she was spearheading. Well,…

Xena! … and friend

I came home this evening from running some errands and wanted to watch a little TV while eating dinner before I began a project on my radar this evening. I've heard Neil Howe (the…