Hope for the Meatballs

On using what we're given and navigating tough times with thoughtfulness.

On this seventh of October in the year of our Lord, September finally showed up.

For someone who depends, quite desperately, on the rhythms of our natural world, it’s a bit disorienting. The sun is out! I walked barefoot to the garden just one hour ago! September and October appear to have traded places. It turns out, this is my favorite flavor of disor…