ON THE VERGE

I was standing in line at the farmers' market waiting to buy a chicken, when suddenly, on the sidewalk two dogs started fighting. Or rat...

The dog is having trouble walking. She’s thirteen and I know what’s coming for her and I don’t want to think about it. The other day she stu...

The week had all the makings of a bad one, but then I tried a spoonful of cookie butter.  I had never heard of this product before, but I wa...

Lately, I have been enjoying giving things away. The kids’ old violas. The absurd amount of lettuce growing in the garden, which I’ve taken ...

I take notes when someone is talking. It’s a compulsion, a nervous tic, a thing to keep my worried fingers moving, scribbling on the backs o...

Until a few years ago I didn’t know the names of most flowers.  Roses, okay, sure. Daisies, tulips, but that’s about it. I would see flowers...

On Friday my smartwatch broke. The face must’ve snapped off at some point when I was unrolling the baby yoga mats for our weekly tummy time ...