Reflections on leaving academia, discovering exquisite mundanity in Greensboro, and rekindling a quiet, genuine love for writing.

While the tomatoes are taking their time, the backyard garden is officially producing its first cucumbers.

To avoid the trap of infinite sitting and thinking, I'm adapting the flexible block schedule I used as a professor to bring a gentle, focus-driven rhythm to my early retirement days.

Recent rain and newly cleared privets have brought the front yard hostas back to life.

A quick snapshot on the serendipity of bringing home fresh garden tomatoes and yellow squash from a visit to my parents' house.

I’d prefer a harvest of Cherokee purples, but today we’re celebrating two humble banana peppers and the unglamorous reality behind an Instagram-worthy garden photo.

Even in a period of transition, we all need a touchstone. Lately, I'm finding mine in the dirt of our Greensboro bungalow, fumbling my way into a brand-new identity. For now.

A simple bouquet of zinnias and shrimp plants sparks a reflection on embracing small beginnings and good-enough gardening.

This little moonflower is just getting start-ed.