“There is no such thing as an empty lot.” So baby and I learned yesterday, sneaking through this feral patch of industrial park. We are deeper in the…
Sunday morning we watched the sun rise over downtown Houston through the window of our hotel room by the loop highway, and what dialed up with first…
A spider bit me in the face Saturday morning, after I stepped right into its web. I could feel it there right above the orbit of my right eye, and…
Almost every day this week, I found the fragment of a songbird egg in my path. On the sidewalk, mostly, making you wonder where they came from, what the…
After lunch on Christmas Day I took a bike ride down by the river and up along the frontage road of the new tollway to make a delivery to my friend…
A report from the Ercotastrophe zone
The waxwings are back this week. They come every year around this time, arriving stealthily, in big flocks like schools of airborne bait fish. For such…
Reading stories of braver solos
Thursday before last the toddler and I went for a walk in the woods at dusk. She is becoming more alert to the sights and sounds in the woods, learning…
Tuesday at sunup the black mouth cur and I walked down into the thick fog along the river as a cool night tried to dial up into a warm day. Those misty…
We left the U.S. on the anniversary of the coup attempt, seeking the playa. One of my in-laws was taking advantage of Costa Rica’s health care system to…
It was hazy Monday night, but when we stepped out to stare at the alignment of Jupiter and Saturn there in the southwestern sky, the thin clouds had…