Autumn doesn’t seem embarrassed that it isn’t summer. That sounds ridiculous when I say it. Of course it isn’t. The trees aren’t apologizing because their leaves are changing. The birds aren’t standing around discussing how much better things were in July. The puddle doesn’t look at its reflection and wonder whether it should still look… Continue reading

I have discovered that reality is a terrible negotiator. I can explain my position thoroughly, present several very reasonable arguments, and point out that I would strongly prefer things to be different. Reality listens politely. Then, it continues being exactly what it is. The puddle has given me plenty of practice with this. For years,… Continue reading