Category: Linda Hanson

Huff, huff, Whew. WHEW!“What’s your heartrate?”“One-forty.”“Stop and rest until it’s under a hundred.”“I only need a minute or two.”“No, I want you to stay put until it’s under a hundred.”“Okay, you’re the boss.” Bob, one of our field guides, had seen me setting up my Apple watch to show my heartrate. He started frequently asking…

As long as I can remember, I have been in the habit of talking to many of the inanimate objects that share my space. An example might be, “Hey, you runaway blueberry, get back here! You know you’re going to get eaten anyway.” Or “Oh, you poor chair! You are completely smothered in cat hair!…