There is a tiny lone ant, way up high on my ceiling right now. Doing its thing. Looking. Sensing. Exploring. It's not going to find anything up there. Nor do I need to…
My Thoughts
I love the intense summer storms of Maryland.
When I was a kid, we had a front-porch swing. I could sit outside -- and often did -- as the storm's intensity surged, the thunder…
If anyone, ever, were to create a job where someone had to wear a specific piece of clothing for 60 seconds -- or maybe 10 --and inform the clothing manufacturer that the tag…
I was writing this note to a friend (and fellow Empath), whom I know is "going through it" right about now. The short email became longer and I figured I'd share it here…
I was weeding, "edging" by hand the encroaching grass around the fig tree at my mom's place, when a toad hopped out from where I was working. I paused. It paused. Toads have…
I heard it. The woman behind me did, too.
As 11 of us traipsed into The Walrus Oyster & Ale House in Columbia, Maryland, having just sat in a clump in a sold-out theatre…
There is something about the dust at Burning Man. It's an "in-everything, everywhere, all at once" aspect of the experience there: part foe, part friend; part fear, part fun. It's ubiquitous, unavoidable and…