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I think we can all agree that errors happen. Even to the best of us. In fact, I can’t adequately describe the tiny, shameful thrill that zips through me when I spot a typo in a book by a Very Important, Much-Awarded Author. It’s like catching a unicorn with spinach in its teeth. Suddenly the literary gods descend from Mount Perfection and join the rest of us mortals in the land of “oops.” Which is

The first thing I noticed about him was the diamond stud in his left ear. I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw a grown man wearing just one earring—and certainly not a tasteful one. Around our part of the world, the younger fellows favor those black, mini tire-sized plugs that will leave permanent ¾-inch tunnels in their ears, long after trends and good sense have moved on. I feel my age every time

The last couple of years have been especially rough on my “I didn’t really want to be a lumberjack anyway” spouse. We’ve both been mildly shocked—shocked, I tell you—by just how much upkeep comes with the TRR’s beautifully wooded acreage. I’m convinced things would be manageable if it weren’t for the three so-called “hundred-year floods” that arrived back-to-back over the last eight years, a rogue hurricane named Helene, and now what can only be described

There are people in the world who carry an aura about them. It has nothing to do with looks, posture, or the ability to command a room. No, it’s that elusive je ne sais quoi—that certain something that quietly radiates warmth, intelligence, and unmistakable humanity. You don’t just notice these people; you feel steadier in their presence, as if the emotional furniture of the room has been thoughtfully rearranged for comfort. Imagine my surprise when

Ooooo—welcome back to weird word time, a recurring feature in which I take entirely too much pleasure in knowing things that are almost never useful at dinner parties, but might impress the right kind of nerd. I think many of us harbor a quiet, slightly smug pride in knowing the proper names for certain groupings—especially the delightfully obscure ones. For instance, I love being able to casually drop phrases like a murder of crows, a