What if?

What if? What if the birds put the word out that three of the past five summers have been different around here? Nests burned fledglings perished and cries from fleeing fauna and flaming flora left indelible impressions on avian brains. So they put the word out. To those who migrate: don’t return. Find another, safer

It’s Hard to Rest Easy

We wake to news of evacuation alerts and orders and reports of what hungry fires consumed while we rested. It’s hard to rest easy. With daylight comes updated reports of the monsters consuming our forests and communities. We don’t want to look, but we have too. We’re glad for wind that cleared smoke from our


To tell you the truth I’ve lost track of what’s burning, what’s out, what's under control, and what’s growing; of evacuation alerts and orders and which of these have been rescinded. Here’s what I know. A whiteboard hangs on the wall in our laundry room between the clothes dryer and the pantry cupboard. We use

Summer, 2021

The smoky ghost of summer present settles in, looking like it wants to linger. Unbidden, unwanted, stealer of things we longed for during the bleak mid-winter of 2020. Gray dawn, apocalyptic sunset pretty in one sense, tragic in another. Ash on the green beans and unused patio chairs and geraniums that I water every day

The End of the World

It’s a busy day. I get many things done, but not everything intended. The world doesn’t end. I take a break to put pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, read a few pages, and finish my book. These, knowing I’m leaving other things undone. But the world doesn’t end. I eat half an egg salad sandwich