personal

Having lived in Maine for the past decade and a half or so, I realize I have a lot more experience working with snow than most of the rest of you. (I’m looking at you, Arizona. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about Georgia or Texas, either.) Having just faced another round of removing more than a foot of snow this morning (yes, in April. Snow happens.), I thought it might be useful to the rest of you for me to fill you in on my personal approach to handling a lot of snow. As with many of my approaches to

I don’t think it’s an overstatement for me to say that I’ve felt off balance to one extent or another ever since 2020. Between COVID and the kitchen renovation and Tomas heading out on his mission and disruptions over at the university, I’ve just not felt like I’ve been on firm footing. One of the ways I usually do that is to organize things. (There’s a reason I’m a librarian, after all.) I don’t pay as much attention to things being spotlessly clean, but clutter can really weigh me down over time, despite the fact that I’m content to live

Now that the holidays are over and I’m out in public more again, more people are noticing that my hair is much longer than it used to be. This has led to a few explanations about why I’m growing it out, and naturally a few comments over how it looks. (Though this is something I’ve never really understood, I realize that from a linguistic standpoint, “changes in hair” is deemed a socially acceptable topic to bring up. And for some reason, there are many who feel their opinion on hair is something that demands attention. Maybe one of the reasons

I had an unpleasant, random interaction today. I was heading across campus to a meeting, and I came to a crosswalk. So far, so good. A truck was approaching, but it slowed down and stopped. You with me? I proceeded to cross the crosswalk, though I didn’t directly stare at the truck, since I feel like that can be kind of aggressive and taken the wrong way. In the middle of the crosswalk, it sounded like someone was talking to me from the truck. I thought it might turn out to be someone I knew, so I actually looked over