And apparently that means I get to see things like this.
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
Friday, August 13, 2021
Barry
There was (apparently) a barred owl in New York that drew the attention of people because of her (researchers said it was a her) comfort with humans. She died last week, and the New York Times published a really lovely story about what she meant to the community.
It's not every day you read a moving tribute to an owl. But I highly recommend. (Also: The photo of her gazing at her reflection is sublime.)
Monday, February 15, 2021
Snow plows
Tuesday, January 5, 2021
Fresh pasta
I called a friend on a whim as I was driving near her house to see if she might want to eat falafel with me in her driveway. Sounds great, she said, but I'm already making pasta. How does that sound?
Pretty delicious, actually. Tasted pretty delicious, too. She'd made pesto the night before, so my heaping pile of spaghetti was topped with fresh pesto and a generous helping of parmesan. And she sent me home with peppermint bark, on top of that.
An excellent detour, and nice to have a tiny bit of spontaneity when it's so hard to these days.
Thursday, December 24, 2020
The sky
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Read the comments
I always go into a comment section with apprehension. But seeing this as the first one on a story I wrote this week made me smile so big:
"I knew I'd love this article after the first sentence."
It had multiple likes, too. And as nice as it is to get feedback from strangers, it was even greater to hear from friends and colleagues who thought it was good. Hooray.