Memorable mistake makes magnificent memories
Last Friday was a busy day. I was looking forward to crawling in my bed at the end of the night and...
A quick response stopped a California criminal
The meeting that I was leading two weeks ago had only started about 10 minutes earlier when I heard my phone vibrate...
Angelkeep Journals: Hooded merganser times two and times three
It took a decade, times two, for the first appearance of a hooded merganser on Angelpond. They arrive as an unmistakable bird,...
Still on a mission to see the Northern Lights
It seems that my bucket list grows by a few lines each year — a bit faster than I can keep up...
Grant Bucher: ‘I think we made some ripples in the pond.’
This being the Saturday after an election, there is something in my genes that compels me to share some observations. This year’s...
Angelkeep Journals: The next generation, Mom, and the linden tree
I will think long and hard about Mom during Sunday coming. Mother’s Day has become a reminiscence adventure.
Gone...
Wondering who my ‘Mad Hatter’ might be
I’ve never read Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland.” Maybe I should, because I was curious enough one day to go down the...
Catching up, and forging ahead
Holly Gaskill
Probably a dozen times in the last six months I’ve said “I really should write a...
Wherefore art thou, May Day?
In 1550, probably give or take a spring or two, Pieter (yes, Peter with an “i”) Brueghel...
Me and my sparrows and finches and spiders
There’s a bird on the back porch. More specifically, there is a female red finch with a nest on the back porch....