If you want to know a person, figure out what aggravates them. For Sean Kinch? “My hips creak when I run, clever mice in our basement have learned how to avoid traps, Balzac wrote too many novels, and I have…
On a strangely warm morning in January, Pepper and Daisy and I puttered around the yard before the torrential rains came. The hairy bittercress had sent up its small, sturdy, white-flowering stalks in various locations. The tiny blue blossoms of…
On the best days, words fail the gleaming – fading – world. A tiny songbird with a yellow stripe on her head visits the old spruce tree. She hops from one branch to another, eyeballing me. I’ve never seen…