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Okay, so a touch of the serious stuff today. I’ve talked about it before, but it bears repeating. We are wired for familarity. What we know is what we know and what we know is what we are comfortable with. That means if you’ve only known chaos and stress, then joy and happiness feels unfamiliar. It may even feel unsafe. YOUR BRAIN WILL LOOK FOR WAYS TO SHUT IT DOWN! What to do? What to

Our daughter just walked up the driveway, mail in hand, wearing the expression of someone who’s seen things. Nature things. She solemnly announced, “There’s a bunny in the driveway.” Pause. “A dead bunny.” Cue dramatic music and my inner devastation. Living up here on the ridge is usually a Disney movie. Deer frolic, birds sing, squirrels hold board meetings. I’ve waxed poetic (and often) about the joy of coexisting with nature. But lately? The bunnies

Words are marvelous things—when they’re not being used for Internet arguments. I adore a Southern drawl, but nothing sends me swooning quite like a posh British newscaster accent. Case in point: I was watching a British show when a child was called a “moppet.” Adorable! Like something you’d knit for. But minutes later, that same kid was called “poppet.” Wait, what? Are there categories now? Naturally, I Googled faster than you can say “cuppa.” Turns

I don’t feel like I need to write much this time. I’ve complained about how hot it is, but I truly believe the heat has gotten to Willie!!! And if a picture is worth a thousand words, then the little video at the bottom of this post is, well, priceless…

I consider myself incredibly lucky to have a granddaughter who—bless her—shares a few of my ADHD quirks. We’ve spent a lot of time lately laughing at our mutual chaos, mostly because if we didn’t laugh, we’d both be curled up in a blanket fort, ugly-crying over a misplaced water bottle and a forgotten password. In my never-ending quest to “hack” our way to functionality, I keep diving into research. But here’s the thing: I’m not