It's been 11 years, but who's counting?

When I started this blog, I was kind of a baby. I wasn't a mom, except for to my cats. I was still in my pigtail-festooned 30s. I wrote about climate change, but in a fun way and only because I was ahead of the game, not because it was full-on scary yet. And I lived in Chicago, where we could always take for granted things like rain and humidity.

Now I'm a parent in Northern California, and it's hot and dry and smoky and we have to take what my mom used to call California showers. Climate change has become a climate crisis, and I have become a dog person.

So what brings me back after a decade plus? It seems like I've been sitting on too much for too long. I'm not even sure what that means, but I have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, by opening up and making random declarations of love, grief, joy, hilarity, wonder etc, the other dreamer-worriers out there and I will feel a little extra solidarity, and maybe even partake in a little of what we could all use more of: hope.

PS I did actually wear pigtails today, for the record.