About pep

The beauty of the white camellia is fleeting, as the blossoms are quick to turn brown. Somewhere on that same bush there are light pink blos...

My decision to walk into town, despite the occasional rain shower, was an unexpectedly lucky one. There were a handful of others out and abo...

The camellias are still blooming. What a glorious mess they make! I'll no sooner rake up the fallen flowers than I'll hear “plop” as...

The message landed in my inbox on Thursday night: As of Friday, March 6, working from home was an approved (voluntary) option. Restriction...

Once upon a time, some charitably-minded athletes (cyclists, mainly) had an idea. What if you could raise funds for worthy causes, just by r...

I should know better. I really should. A short hike, my friend promised. “Keep it under three hours, and I'll join you; I have other t...

Back to the scene of the flat ... this time, with my eyes peeled for puncture-perfect debris. What a nice, social group assembled today—i...