If guess you’re normal people, you do reasonable things and deck your halls with boughs of holly. But if you’re me, you deck the halls with redwood greenery that you chopped off the bottom of some trees at your neighborhood park.  A deed for which you feel slightly guilty, but mostly justified in since you […] Read more…

Thanksgiving is my favorite.  In my childhood it’s affixed as that cozy day of warm-bread-y smells coming from the kitchen and ice clinking into my Grandma’s holiday glasses as my sister and I set the table.  After dinner, coffee would be poured and the muffled lull of grown-up chatter and laughter could be heard through […] Read more…