Note 31: Gardening and good days
Note 30: The power of a question
Note #29
Note #28
When I was a kid, every year around this time, Mom and Dad would work hard (and, it seemed to me, happily), shaking the winter out of the house. 
For 30 years or so, on a succession of refrigerators, I kept a copy of a Mary Oliver poem. The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the…
I'm choosing not to renew some of my magazine subscriptions. I feel a little sheepish admitting that. (Will it earn me a "poor conduct" mark on my…
I think this is the seventh draft I've started since the last Urban Cabin newsletter. Consider this sort of the catchall that some people write around…
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