Crying in H Mart

Every so often, I tell Rick, “I have an idea.” According to my husband, these simple words give him cold chills. You see, Rick is a man who loves his daily routine. He enjoys knowing what to expect and changes are not, shall we say, welcomed with open arms. Am I about to tell him that I want to host an event in our home, go visit my mother, or move the furniture around? He doesn’t know what’s coming, but he is always confident that his routine is about to be rocked in one way or another. Read more

What in the world is more fun than a Christmas parade? Well, dear readers, I’m here to tell you that the answer is TWO Christmas parades, on the very same Saturday! I saw the first parade at noon in beautiful downtown Louisa, and the second at 5 p.m. in Spring Creek at Zion Crossroads. Want to know more? Read on! Read more

Dear readers, this Thanksgiving I was grateful to pull my hiking boots out of the closet and put them on. Sounds a bit strange, you say? Well, in the immortal words of Paul Harvey, here’s “the rest of the story.” Read more

Most of the leaves have fallen, the sun angle is low and with recent fronts coming through mostly dry and often overnight, passive solar heating season has fully arrived at my house. My south-facing wall, mostly glass, allows the sun to shine deep into the house, quickly removing any early morning chill. Being retired makes it easier to sleep in, and wait for the house to warm. Read more

For some months now we’ve been told to Christmas-shop even earlier than usual, as all those container ships are wandering about the near Pacific waiting to magically unload our gifts into those driverless big rigs parked in some unknown distant lot, for without those gifts Big Business says our holidays will be bleak and joyless. Children hear and weep, grownups grow restless and look at each other in uneasy guilt. A tradition is broken, a crucial rite unobserved. A great sense of self-reproach lies deep in the heart of the land. We must buy Stuff for Christmas. Read more