It had been snowing since mid-day. The weather report she’d listened to as she dug through the garage for her snow shoes had been dire...

He loathed me.   It was confusing and frightening.   I was an overweight bookworm with glasses and he was the golden boy.  In fifth...

The Wonderings of Kate The last few months have been full of nests.   I didn’t realize for several weeks that one of my Boston ferns had been a home for a mother wren.  By the time I found the nest, it had been well used and then abandoned, as evidenced by the egg shell particles that lined the tiny dwelling. The next nest I found was on the ground, perfectly intact and rather new looking, made of strong twigs and dried grass.  I wondered how it fell out of the tree.  Was it