What’s love got to do with it?

What’s love got to do with it?

It’s midsummer, and the weather here in the Pacific Northwest has been moody, unpredictable. In the grocery store, in the teller line-up at the bank, people shake their heads and say: “July!” Mournfully. Fog erases the contours of the land; melts sea...

Careening around the curve

For the past few days, I’ve been stopped in my tracks by back spasms. They zing through my body – electrifyingly! –when I sit for longer than a few minutes, or turn to look over my shoulder, or bend forward even slightly. This makes brushing my teeth...