Sometimes all it takes is a small idea to turn a wide corner.

Once, not long after we had moved to Boston, Matt came home from the store and announced, “Today there was a deal on oranges.

Lately, in an effort not to spin off the planet from anxiety and fear, I have needed to remind myself of my coordinates in the universe.

I’m not sure what my Kansas grandparents would say.

For months now, I have been reading Virginia Woolf.

Already the light has changed.

Friends, it might be all about the practice boxes.

In this season of more, I find myself thinking a lot about less.

There is a wonderful gospel anthem by Benjamin Kornelis called “Let Us Not Become Weary (Of Doing Good).”

Recently a friend and I were talking about the state of the world.

It was the week of studio classes.

So, this actually happened:

There is so much talk these days about platforms and promises and policies

Lately I have been experimenting with hiding my phone so that I don’t obsessively check it.

“Well,” Maggie said, looking at her daughter Sally.

The cats and I are procrastinating.

I am rereading a lovely book, “Fasting and Feasting” by Adam Federman for at least the third time.

A confession:

I am good for nothing from 1-3pm these days.

Maggie and I were discussing our days

In January I bought a plane ticket to Paraguay.