Grace| The Last Word On Nothing
Dangerous animals (truly) in a suburban backyard. Credit: Laura Helmuth| The Last Word On Nothing
Zebra jumping spider (Salticus scenicus). Betsy MasonIf you ever have the opportunity, I highly recommend making a tiny friend.| The Last Word On Nothing
In 2018, I wrote the post below about bedtime procrastination. The term was new to me, the concept was not. I was a bedtime procrastinator. And, spoiler alert, I still am a bedtime procrastinator. Zero improvement. | The Last Word On Nothing
A couple of weeks ago, I climbed Mount Adams with my friend Carson. Our plan had been to climb Mount Hood, but schedules being what they were we could only get away from Friday to Saturday. Weekends on Hood can be pretty crowded, so Mount Adams was something of a fallback. A consolation prize.| The Last Word On Nothing
Ben no longer writes for us but he left us this post to remember him by.| The Last Word On Nothing
This winter and late spring, when we all had mono and a variety of flus and colds and for a while thought Pete might have cancer, we spent a lot of time on the couch watching Pete’s favorite comfort shows. I was scared and trying not to be dramatic about it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that the life we’d built and were enjoying so much wasn’t going to last forever. It was one of those times when the reality I can usually ignore was sitting right next to me in the theat...| The Last Word On Nothing