Category Archives: Raptures

When Last We Spoke, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:05am

Since last we spoke… Oh, wait, where are my manners? How are you? Did you have good holidays, if you were celebrating? Did you get way more done at work than the rest of us, if you were not? And Happy New Year again to all. OK then. I am as full of ideas about […]

A Couple Of Dumb Lessons From My California Winter Garden

Gardens are such obvious teachers we might wave our hands in dismissal. “Oh,” with an additional shake of the head, “We knew that already!” But in these days of information and calculation, dumb lessons dog us. Imagine a California garden in winter, for example. Palm trees, surfers and tropical flowers may come to mind. Nope. […]

Talismans, Pentagrams, Longitudes, Latitudes

Do you find that odd little things can make your history clearer all at once? Last week I read Tana French’s latest mystery, The Secret Place. I love her stuff. This takes place at an exclusive girl’s school outside of Dublin, and derives no small part of its color from the magical rites of teenagers. […]

Retiring To Your Self, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:12am

  This week, Materfamilias blogged about reaching the decision to retire.  I use the term “reaching” advisedly, because these big life decisions often sneak up on us, like the proverbial bend in a mountain road. One minute you’re trudging along, eye on uneven terrain, the next, vistas. It’s been a little over a year now […]

For The Troubled, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:22am

It’s been a tough couple of weeks for the world. So, with apologies to Twitter pals, who’ve seen these before, I thought I’d post links to two surprisingly nice pieces. The first is on Medium, written by a software engineer, of all people. It’s about politeness. Authentic politeness, the kind more closely related to graciousness […]

February 26, 2011, Light In The Morning, Or, Saturday At 8:07am

As I am off this week, I’m republishing some Saturday posts. I know it’s not the weekend, bear with me. There’s nothing better than light in the morning. Just now some camellia leaves outside my window are shining so brightly they throw the folds of this sofa cushion into high relief. I can even see […]

Summer Is For We Old, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:02am

I was driving through town yesterday, California blue sky filling my dashboard, and I wondered, “Was summer different when I was young?” The thing is, I don’t remember Summer, per se. I remember some days swinging, some days alone in meadows, some days at school when sun shone in the windows and hit the table […]

Spare Toddlers And Ladies, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:04am

With little children I used to wish, fervently, to live in co-housing. The more time around other families, and other people, the better. I practically co-reared with my best friend down the street. When she moved, I mourned, even though it was just to the next town over. Later, in the days of teenagers, I […]

Why I Love My Suburban Rose Bed, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:46am

That’s my rose bed. To say I have a white rose garden sounds so English, so glamourous, so artistic. In truth, I have a raised suburban bed of white rose bushes. With one fellow that was planted accidentally, closed buds opening to reveal peach. But I love my rose bed on beyond zebra, as per […]

The Lark Finds Mattress Help, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:55am

I am now and have always been a morning person. I love what happens when I wake. While I might not actually throw my covers off, jump out of bed, and bound across the floor, I could. The back of my mind hums happily,”Well isn’t THIS great!” In the morning everything seems possible. No, that’s […]