Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Apocalypse
Post #3145: Sometimes it’s a struggle to show up
I overslept my alarm by an hour this morning – which is so unusual for me that I could hardly believe it when I woke up late for work. Fortunately, I work at home so it was quick business to get the coffee made…
Post #3144: Announcing Comfort for the Apocalypse (a new project)
Hey Folks. I am introducing a new project for 2019…. A newsletter! I plan to send my first edition out next Friday. COMFORT FOR THE APOCALYPSE Resilience, recipes, and cultural leanings You can subscribe here. This is a monthly newsletter for folks who feel…
Post #3137: Cabin retreat
I feel it’s awfully important that I be able to spend time alone. I’m not sure why that feels imperative, but it does. So this week I’m at the cabin by myself for five days – though I will have a couple of days…
Post #3130: We are all disappearing
After I turned forty, I started to become invisible. At forty-five, this process has become undeniable – as a woman past a certain age, I have to make an effort to be seen. There are some definite advantages to this. On a trip to…
Post #3127: Changing landscapes
I remember the first time I saw the impact of pine beetle in British Columbia. It must have been around 1999 or so and I was driving on the number three highway through the southern part of the province with my mom. In between…
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