Partly because of Hurricane Melissa, partly because I love the thrill of wonder, and partly because waves of sadness visit me from time to time, I decided to plant escallion in a jar of water and set it on the windowsill by the kitchen sink. It was a small idea—almost embarrassingly small—that had lived in my head for months before I finally acted on it. A mini project that kept getting postponed, not because it was difficult, but because life kept pressing in... and my limi

Have you ever stopped in your tracks to ask yourself: How did I get here? Such a rankle may lead to annoyance or to laughter. For me,...