Too late, baby

Too late, baby

We both did our best on that last, cold day but, like Carole King said, it was too late, baby. My trusty Townie, the bike that had been with me for 18 years, got stuck in first gear and, as I pedaled so furiously and yet so painfully slowly that my young companions had to [...]

Into the woods and through the trees

Into the woods and through the trees

I love to walk through the woods on any occasion, but especially with my daughter Molly because she knows things. Yesterday, we went foraging -- she for morel mushrooms, garlic mustard and stinging nettles and me for stories. While she came up empty handed, which is good, she said, because garlic mustard and stinging nettles [...]