turning inward

Ernesto, in earnest

Our Prius has 235,000 miles on it. And I’m giving our 13-year-old Subaru (nicknamed “The Mothership”) to our son, who we’ll call “Chance” in Colorado. Not only because all Subarus belong in either Colorado or Montana when they are let out to pasture, but because my son actually needs a […]

Blog, turning inward

Ernesto, in earnest

Our Prius has 235,000 miles on it. And I’m giving our 13-year-old Subaru (nicknamed “The Mothership”) to our son, who we’ll call “Chance” in Colorado. Not only because all Subarus belong in either Colorado or Montana when they are let out to pasture, but because my son actually needs a […]

turning inward

Full Bloom

I’ve been warming up to pink. Never a fan, to me the smarmy color represents nausea and forced gender roles. But I had to get into the pink ribbon thing when it meant something to cancer strugglers I know. And now that forced cheer has turned to real cheer. It’s […]