The lessons of one mistake can be endless. When I try to walk through a public park just about anywhere in the Northwest, I wonder about that Englishman who thought importing starlings to the United States would give us a more Shakespearian atmosphere.
Without mentioning any names — not that you'd know her anyway — I know someone who helped her partner plant bamboo all over his new yard just before she left him. It is an old, tired story. He was having a secret affair, except she knew and couldn't cope with it anymore. What probably looked like sm
When I was growing up, a summer wasn't a summer until my first bee sting. Honeybees, in particular, were everywhere. During picnics we would often have to move from place to place until we found a shady bee-free zone at the local park. Playing kick-the-can in the afternoons, racing through the neigh
Let's just say you are sitting at one of the Starbucks still standing [http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/23/nyregion/23starbucks.html?_r=1&scp=3&sq=starbucks%20in%20newark&st=cse&oref=slogin], staring into a cup of stunningly delicious coffee, wishing you were headed somewhere like southern Spain to ta
The book Plenty is about a young Vancouver couple, Alisa Smith and J.B. Mackinnon. The two decide to live on locally grown foods for a year. I've just read to the section on blueberries where they find a patch of beautiful, fat juicy ones only to discover that they are being grown for a local Buddhi
