A lot has happened since I moved into my crone cabin in the woods. I experienced the one highest-ever 117-degree day of summer heat in Sacramento (along with many other slightly—but only slightly—cooler days; so thank goodness for my trees). I watched the ducks, ducklings, koi, turtles and even a heron swimming, diving and flapping about the property – check …

Hope you had a comforting Thanksgiving. Or a calmer not-Thanksgiving if it’s not your thing. This is a test post to check out whether my website subscribers have been successfully moved over to my revamped site. The test will be done by my website guru, so you don’t need to do a thing! Unless you WANT to do a thing …

  I was in my late 20’s when I developed a strange fantasy about getting old. I wanted to be a *crone in a cabin in the woods. I can’t be sure, but I think this notion came from reading Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. If I remember that iconic novel correctly, the character Pilate is an old woman …

From Part 2: “I spent more time than I like to admit peering out from behind my curtains…

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