Sometimes I brood. Having any background with chickens will probably make you laugh at that sentence. But, of course, I mean it in a human sense: pining, wishing, wanting, not having. I want some land, but wantin’ ain’t gettin’. So, I make do in my 900 sq ft home surrounded by about an acre of […]
Sometimes the garden can become stressful. All of your tomatoes turn red at once, and birds dance above you waiting for you to leave so they can peck more holes through those luscious red skins. A whip cracks above your back as you try to bring in all of the ripe zucchini, cucumbers, summer […]
Purpose: everyone’s got one. It’s like having a dog. You feed it, you tell it (and yourself) that it’s the best one that’s ever existed, you strut it out in public so everyone can see you and your purpose, and getting one is an obvious step in any serious American adult’s life. But what […]
It had just rained, and, despite knowing the exact location of where I was headed, I was not exactly sure where I needed to park. He had told me to pull around to the alley. What alley? Is this the alley? I pulled onto a side street one house down from my destination – the […]
The United States. Now here’s a place I know about! Or… should know about? I don’t know about the rest of y’all, but I find myself more and more often wondering how much I really do know about the US. Who’s engineering this crazy train, anyway? The Americas, of which we are only one […]
Scotland has become one of those places for me: a destination I dream of night and day. I want to wander through the heather, seek out fairy pools, explore crumbling castles, and eat fish by the coast. There are several Scottish names in my family tree . . . the added allure of retracing my […]
I must say, my connection with France is far more removed than that with England. However, I do have a long-running obsession. I’m not completely sure of where it started, though I suspect it was probably the dose of Franco-Anglo history and French language I got in my classes in the UK, or something I […]
For about 2 years of my childhood my family lived in the United Kingdom. Not only did we live in the UK, but we lived in one of the most magical counties: Wiltshire. Every day on my way to school I would see giant white limestone horses carved into the sides of hills. We lived […]