Is there a Santa?

To Giovanni: This is the first of many mornings for the rest of your life that you will be called on to wake up and believe. To believe in that which all evidence, precedent and rational thought tells you is not true. Is there a Santa? Well, what I can tell you is that, no, … Continue reading Is there a Santa?

Death by Mountain Lion

People ask me if I’m afraid to live with my kids out in the woods with all the dangers. Aren't I afraid of mountain lions? I guess people don’t stop to think how much more danger they put their kids in by driving them to soccer practice. In fact, nobody, not one single person, has … Continue reading Death by Mountain Lion

Pacing Ourselves: Taking Time to Play

The No-Progress Report: STILL IN THE RV, and not yet in the dome. There's a lot left to do still before we can live in it: build out the sleeping area, put in kitchen facilities, insulate it (dome without insulation or ventilation = greenhouse), put in a wood stove. Part of what's holding us up … Continue reading Pacing Ourselves: Taking Time to Play

The Power of Sitting Still

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” —Roald Dahl Winter has surely hit here. It's no Chicago winter, which is what I grew up with. But compared to … Continue reading The Power of Sitting Still

Ode to Giovanni

Sing in me, Muse, and tell the story of that boy, skilled in ways not measured by tests; that lifter of rocks and low spirits; who reads not books, but hearts; Giovanni The Gentle-Hearted. Giovanni of the Trees. Giovanni The Fleet of Foot. Giovanni Who Watches the Bees. Giovanni The Agile. Giovanni, Savior of Spiders. … Continue reading Ode to Giovanni

More Time to Notice Things

Since we moved out here three weeks ago, one of the things I've noticed is that we're all actually doing more noticing. Back in the suburban, middle-class scramble, there was no time for such a thing. Stella, my introvert-in-public, jabber-jaw-at-home, would occasionally stop me in a flurry and say firmly, "Mommy, LISTEN to me." Mauricio … Continue reading More Time to Notice Things