Bethany Lee is a freelance writer who lives in Mono.
So many old phone numbers came rushing back to me when I was doing some cleaning recently and found a tiny leather address book.
Covid has forced us to work in new ways amid absurd family pressures. But coincident with the pandemic, we have been also confronting broader issues.
As the pandemic wanes, our columnist taps into her nostalgia for board games with a fresh-out-of-the-package Scrabble.
A year in we’ve been through so much – but we’re still putting one foot in front of the other.
Remembering the one and only Marie of Marie’s Driver Training.
To make things better in my family, we’ve done our best with paint and elbow grease to improve our physical space, in the hope of providing fresh perspectives to brighten our minds.
Are we in the middle of the pandemic, approaching the end, or is it just the beginning?
As I watch Adrian’s pencil continue across the page, I’m thinking about the messiness of learning in this period of his life.
Will we ever return to a time when mending, reusing or not buying in the first place is the norm?
Having a friend over, the excitement and anxiety of sharing your space, was such a thrill.
How did I find myself here, again in the middle of boxes?
What was your first job?
When my mom asked me to bring dessert for a recent family celebration, I panicked.
How did a decade and a third slip by so quickly? My mom had been right: “Long days, short years.”
As daylight fills the evenings, it’s time to think about our camping plans for the summer. Pretty much every summer since my son Adrian could walk and talk, there has been a trip or two “up north” to do some tent camping.
The Good, the Bad — and the Ugly.
His face was green and his pupils were dilated.
The lights and lasers came on, igniting our optic nerves and setting our brains on fire.