From the Series: Life on Dog Hill It’s that time of year in North Carolina when I become a full-time gardener and part-time everything else. Although I’m still waiting for the green leaves on the trees to unfurl, there’s much to do in a zone seven garden. Pruning,...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill I’ve always been willing to take a calculated risk, whether it was climbing high into a tree when I was six years old or leaving a secure, well-paying job to start my own business from scratch in my late 40s. My comfort with risk has...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill I came home from my 13-year-old’s middle school open house with a big smile on my face. I spoke to every one of his teachers, and the one comment I heard repeatedly was how respectful my son is, and what a pleasure he is to teach....
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill When I made this daring decision, I considered it a fun, playful thing to do. I never thought of it as an attention-seeking gimmick until a humorous gentleman I recently met asked me how having blue hair would not attract...
From the Series: Life on Dog Hill I’m a baby all over again in the sense that I am learning something new. Something that takes a lot of time to become proficient, much less perfect. Something that can only be mastered through repetition. Something that fills me with...
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