The Transformation Times

Today's dispatch from The Dinosaur Notebook:  It's my favorite scene in my favorite show. In Apple TV+ fish-out-of-water comedy ...

At the end of Jasmine Street in Willamette City where we live there is a thicket, a patch of fir trees under grown by holly with a trail run...

On Sunday I  took my breakfast walking, like a character in The Canterbury Tales. My favorite Oregon fleece has pockets so I wrapped two sli...

When my daughter was about 10 she tried out for summer softball at a schoolyard near where she lived with her mother and stepfather in South...

The bread courses through the bakery like blood, mixed, panned, proofed, depanned, cooled and bagged over a four-hour cycle, trucked all ove...

My mother was heroic for her courage, endurance and strength, but there was another side to her. She could be very cold and distant. She cou...

My mother cleaned with fierceness. She would scrub and scrape until her hands were raw, red and cracked, slathering them with lotions or bag...