Anchored

“How’s the temp?” I yelled outside as my husband lit the grill to prep for dinner. “Chilly, but great.” That was all the encouragement I needed to bundle in my housecoat, pour a glass of red, and head outside. 63 degrees and sitting under swaying trees looks a lot different now than it did five…

Reading, Thinking, Dreaming

The last day of an extended holiday weekend went exactly as planned. I spent the morning in the backyard under a canopy of green, finishing Beyond the Point by Claire Gibson. Moving to the front patio, I put our rocking chairs to use while starting Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance. Just as I’d embarked on…