Cause for Hope

The fourth grade boy with round glasses and a gray variation of the underarmor sweatshirt that half the fourth grade boys wear, answers briskly when I ask him and his classmates sitting among the camas and blanketflower what this forest will look like in 200 years. “We won’t be here,” he tells me. “Yes,” I … More Cause for Hope

A Change of Plans

Sometimes—no oftentimes—life does not unfold to plan. Take Monday. The plan was to go camping in Pepa, to get out of the city for a night and shed the daily noise and commotion. Instead, the day went like this: Pepa was a bit sick—air was sneaking into her coolant from somewhere. To find the leak, … More A Change of Plans

Writing and Tidying

Lately, my attention has been to writing and tidying. Together, they’ve filled up days. I’ve found both disciplines carry similar language. When I attend to one, I learn about the other. When I place words on a page, I tidy thoughts together. I put each word in the place it fits. If a word, or … More Writing and Tidying

What we brought back

We’re back. We’ve brought in the food, the dishes, the clothes, and the books. We’ve cleaned Pepa and tucked her into a garage. We’ve started jobs, shoveled snow from the sidewalk, and run errands. There’s adjustment. It’s different, but good. What have we learned about living after living in an eighty-square-foot van for two months? … More What we brought back