A couple weeks ago, I met up with a friend at the El Dorado Nature Center.  We walked, we talked, we did the normal set of things that two mothers with young children do when they get together.  Like stop every →MORE...

I was happy there all by myself, alone at the End of the World. M.T. Anderson’s Me, All Alone, at the End of the World is a fascinating book about the joys of solitude.  It has an underlying environmental message as →MORE...

About two months ago, Charlotte came to me with a book in her hand.  She handed it to me, then held open her arms for me to pluck her up on my lap.  And then she began to flip the pages →MORE...

When I was deleting images last night, I came across this one and was stunned by how much has changed in the past eight months.  WHO IS THAT BALD BABY?