As the wife of a wildlife biologist, I know more about the comings and goings of the whitetail deer in our neighborhood than I'd like. Every time we ease around the corner of the wooded bend in the road near our house, Jordan studies the trees.
(Warning--this is an excessively long ramble about gardens). I have a thing for failed gardens. We go way back. Every spring a fever of desire comes over me: the desire to plant seeds in the ground and watch them grow. Every spring, I start a garden. And every summer, I still fail to have homegrown … Continue reading On Plants and Persistence
We woke to slate grey skies and helterskelter leaves flapping violently on their twigs in the trees. Jenna and I had been having a celebratory post-MCAT sleep over (complete with sticky buns, Oreos, Tarzan, and the Office) and as she rolled over to check her phone, her eyes got wide. "There's a tornado warning!" she … Continue reading On the business of survival