I took my car in for service this morning, and I’m now driving a 2009 blue Acura TSX loaner car. I feel surprisingly altered driving it. I fit in it differently. The brakes respond differently.
I am writing this at 5:30 a.m. on a still, hot morning (also “still hot” as in “never cooled down). A fan churns in the background. I have been up since 3 a.m., wondering what heat record we will
Last week I participated in what for me was the improbable: an event about Facebook. It was put on by CRAVE Seattle and the speaker was Hazel Grace Dircksen, the owner of Socialbees, a business
It is early morning. The sky is still dark, but birds are singing. If I stare out the window, I see moment-to-moment changes in the sky as daylight emerges.
It is Sunday, March 15, and my husband and I are entering the Caroline Kline-Galland Nursing Home, having arrived at our usual 11:25 a.m. time. The front foyer is quiet, absent the usual residents
I just had a child leave. The mother ended therapy by leaving a message to cancel the next session and then saying, “Can we talk?” I knew what the discussion would be. There had been plenty of