My Legs Got Shaky

Today I worked in the garden for a while. The weather was bright and not windy and I had an important mission. Years ago we planted a wee liriope border at the spring perennials bed. And then I planted early primroses. And then the liriope did its thing of growing and...

Dawn Like Thunder

I would have written yesterday but I drank too much champagne and spent far too much time on Facebook where I and a million other people were holding our collective breath until the transition from the old administration to the new old administration was complete....

I Like Words

While I’m learning this new editor program and trying to retrain myself to blog regularly, these blogposts will consist of words. No fancy-ass staged photos, softly focused and featuring items that will reassure you that I am an Appalachian woman, a writer, a...

Booking It

I have a book to read tomorrow. It’s called “Seasons of a Magical Life: a Pagan Way of Living.” It’s coming out in August, from Weiser Books. Yeah, it’s my book. My new, new book. Let me explain. Back before this Plague Year, I signed...

Another Wednesday

Before Covid and a decimated travel schedule, I rarely watched TV. I’ve watched enough in the last 10 months to probably last me the rest of my life. Today was no exception. We went to the grocery store and post office (which is the usual Wednesday morning gig)...

Days of Weird Dread

I’ve talked to so many people in the last few days who are kind of getting on with their lives while also looking over their shoulder with a kind of existential dread. So strange to hold all these opposite things in our heads and ragged little souls. “Why,...