at the end of last summer, the family gathered on the edge of Idaho and Utah to see my paternal grandmother off on her journey from this wor...

what does an average middleclass person in the developed world have to really fight for? stand up for? do capital-S Something about? plenty ...

we have been over my haphazard recipe cataloging skills before. did I ever think I'd need to change my habit of just sorting through a ...

so far, this corner of the world has felt abnormally like spring for the past eight weeks, save for two days of snow-dust several weeks ago....

I missed the chance to commemorate the true birthday of this little blog, last Monday . but today, January 19, 2025, marks exactly 20 years...

at a certain time of day, the shadows that fall from the southeasterly sunrise across the somewhat-elevated sidewalk behind our house line u...

the many instantiations of various spinning and weaving arts and crafts consume me. there remains no time for blogging. these are little t...

the other day, this lengthy stretch of fencing (branded nicely enough with so much black, white, and red to represent the construction compa...

last weekend I joined a few fellow guild members to demonstrate and display various handcrafted fiber arts at the annual Prescott Highland G...

over the past few months I've been devouring audiobooks on the weekends. I basically listened to Stardust in one long stretch on a Sunda...