• Fun & Inspiration,  Parenting,  Thinking

    Hey Human — Isn’t It Time to Fly Now?

    Humans don’t fly, right? Sure they do. Who remembers learning how to ride a bike? Didn’t it feel like flying? All of a sudden, we were able to move at a formerly incomprehensible speed, leaving ordinarily life a dot disappearing in our wake. These days, biking is more like a cruise through nearby neighborhoods at a speed that lets me notice. And today’s ride was literally for the birds. Moving the bike from the garage was halted by the presence of a hawk on the wire.…

  • Happiness,  Thinking

    What Do You Do When You Don’t Know What To Do?

    What is one to do when you don’t know what to do? How do we choose how and where to put the next foot right when the way forward is unclear? When I write, I usually know where to go. But this time, there’s a topic lurking just under the surface. So I canoodle around on the keyboard and hope it will decide to join me. Like so many of my writer friends, our current state of affairs has taken creative skills on something resembling Mr.…

  • Special Topics,  Thinking

    3 Ways to Painlessly Pooh-pooh the Plastic

    There’s no denying that excessive use of plastic is catching up with us. Frontline photos from oceans and beaches around the world have brought that home, time and again. Floating islands of trash and fishing-line entangled shore birds can make the problem seem overwhelming, fostering helplessness and inaction. According to the Pew Trust website the problem may be even bigger than initially suspected. “Of the 8.3 billion metric tons of plastic ever produced, approximately only 9% has been recycled and an estimated 60% has been discarded,…

  • Self care,  Thinking

    Grieving, Believing, And Hope For Humans

    Pervasive grief is one of the side effects of the uncontrolled pandemic we currently face. People are trying to stay safe and to make sense of what is going on around them. The sheer numbers are beyond comprehension. So, like many others much of my recent reading and writing has circled back to the process of grieving. Perhaps it is the change of seasons, leading me to focus on the seasons that humans pass through. Or, perhaps, it is that my friends who are steeped in organized…