Now that Thor is an adoring grandfather to little Octavia, he’s using his woodworking skills to make some special toys…
Once more, Thor, Reo dog, and I seized the day for a perfect end of summer bike ride and swim…
In which Thor concludes his skull-collecting and cleaning misadventures. Like typical philosopher/scientists of the 19th century, Thor and I have…
In which Thor continues his skull-collecting and rotting misadventures. Like typical philosopher/scientists of the 19th century, Thor and I have…
In which Thor explains his educational skull collection and his rot box Like typical philosopher/scientists of the 19th century, Thor…
A lovely meditation on family and grief, in essays and poems Full disclosure: Brenda is a dear friend, who like…
In which Thor, Reo dog, and I seize the day once more to celebrate being alive in our beautiful Pacific…
In which my hero-husband Thor Hansen turns his scientist’s eye toward our local fields of grasses. I have been retired…
In which I contemplate writing my memoirs. How reliable is memory? When I was young, I assumed that my vivid…










