21st Street Urban Homestead

  My juniors are reading Our Missing Hearts by Celeste Ng; it is a dystopian novel written during the pandemic, thinking about what would ha...

                  My friend Mark says, in total seriousness, that he moves piles for a living. The idea resonates with me. His piles are big...

 The rains have begun. We hung the storm windows, brought in all of the garden art and chairs, made hazelnut pancakes for breakfast, and rea...

                  My back hurts. Right where all of the moving parts come together at the base of the spine. It’s stiff. I can walk and cook...

                 When I first moved to Oregon, I lived in Portland. It was a good time for many—the tech industry was booming and food lover...

                  My friend Maureen hunts down old Fine Gardening magazines, reads them over afternoon tea, and then sends them my way. (I ...

  Every six weeks, I pull on Tarot Card, asking for guidance in the coming time.   Last night, it was the Equinox, the day and night when ...