slow, slower, slowest…and slower still

In the early 2000’s when the slow food movement was established in the United States, and thus I first gained wind of it, I was ecstatic. Finally, I thought, people were interested in taking their time about eating…about anything. In what should have been a time of rapid advancement in my life, two years afterContinue reading “slow, slower, slowest…and slower still”

borders, boundaries, edges, and death

Recently we moved. Our new home is a small Cape perched on the edge of a serene pond amidst pine, maple, and flowering dogwoods. Slightly uphill sits its detached garage. In between the house and the garage lies a border: the house dwells in one town while the garage lives in the neighboring town. EveryContinue reading “borders, boundaries, edges, and death”