When a Bear is your neighbor.

  I sit on a rumbling island of steel enwrapped in clouds. Work is slow and my mind wanders to projects at home: getting the woodstove done finally, making a cider press that works and won’t try and electrocute me and what exactly is that smell in the living room? Hopefully a mouse. Outside the… Continue reading When a Bear is your neighbor.

Aging Without Grace

One part of aging is watching yourself become the things you once disdained. The other part is this realization, which would have horrified me in my thirties, simply amuses me at fifty. Back in the day, so to speak, I rode a silver Cannondale road bike but eschewed “roadie” culture: no lycra, padded shorts, team… Continue reading Aging Without Grace