I never thought I'd be the kind of pet owner who buys prescription cat food for $44 per 6-pound bag. Never say never.
It’s an August Tuesday afternoon, and I’m at work. It’s not yet 4pm but it’s nighttime-dark outside, thanks to a thunderstorm that’s passing through the DC area. My office is on the 15th floor of a high-rise in downtown Bethesda, MD, and whenever dramatic weather comes through, I can see it from my perch high … Continue reading Thunderstorms
This past Thursday, I drove 2 1/2 hours north into Central PA, to an old, small, red brick church in the country. The occasion was the funeral service and burial of my Great Aunt May, and the venue was the church where I was raised, located within view of the farm where I grew up. … Continue reading The tug of history