One of the pleasures of not having young children any longer is that I get to do crazy things like have a second Christmas tree in the house. Oh, sure. I know many of you overachievers out there started with two (or more!) Christmas trees from Day One, no matter how many children you had …Read More

The snow was so deep that I had to put on my rain wellies to keep my socks dry when I went outside to feed the birds Friday evening. Thursday, I had added a big scoop of sunflower seed to the main feeder and jerry-rigged a broken suet feeder so the more adventuresome woodpeckers (we …Read More

Last summer a house wren nested on our front porch in one of the empty planters on top of the potting table. It wasn’t a terribly organized nest, but it was in a corner, high off of the ground, and so was pretty safe. I spent a fun morning watching the fledglings flinging themselves about …Read More

CALLING MR LONELY HEARTS, the novel I’m working on now, is filled with birds. I’m not sure how they came to be there, or why. I could explore the subject, but I’d rather leave it for a reader to discover. Writers are notoriously bad diviners of meaning in their work. I love wild birds. I …Read More