Archive for November 2015

Except for the snow-covered dead of winter, the woods are rarely silent. Leaves crunch under each step. A woodpecker knocks in search of a m...

The Right Moments To Remember

I was watching a squirrel out the living room window earlier today, hunched over on a branch of the sugar maple in our side yard. His paws w...

A few days ago, a friend was helping her father complete a crossword puzzle, and asked me for advice. I can't recall what the exact clue...

Holidays inevitably become times of contemplation when my thoughts run the gamut from appreciation to apprehension, from memories of the pas...

Oh, the weather outside is ..... gray. Yes, it was another textbook November day here in Illinois. Aside from the brief break in the clouds ...

My son opened our bedroom door this morning, with a "Happy Thanksgiving! Is it okay if I let Gem and Tigerlily in?" "Of cours...

Yesterday's balmy temperatures and rain moved through and left behind what I can only describe as pure dreck. You might convince us that...

Today is November 26. Today is November 26. Today is November 26. I had to keep repeating this to myself this morning as the temperature qui...

I sit here in bed at 4 a.m. on Thursday morning, awakened by the familiar sound of the weekday alarm on my iPhone. However, this is no ordin...

As the day after Thanksgiving drew to a close, I watched the southwestern sky as wispy cirrus clouds began to gather. The day was unseasonab...