Adrift in the Day
source I hear children this morning playing in the sunshine, their voices tumble down the hill and across the gravel road. two robins amuse in a game of chase, loop […]
source I hear children this morning playing in the sunshine, their voices tumble down the hill and across the gravel road. two robins amuse in a game of chase, loop […]
What if everything possessed life? Not just trees and flowers and plants and animals; mammals and humans and fish. I’m talking about everything. Source Dirt. Stones. Mountains. Snow.
Around my home town, you know it’s summer when a man down the road is mauled by a brown bear.This is the kind of news that shakes up the entire
Subtitle: Birthdays, Beers and Bonfires. Because we all love stories, and because we are ad infinitum creating our own unique histories every blessed day we’re gifted to kick up a
The way it is with my husband and I is this: he’s got his shop to fix and assemble his works of art and craft, and I’ve got mine. Only
Poetry arrived….in search of me. I don’t know… I don’t know where it came from, from winter, or a river. I don’t know how or when… -Pablo Neruda I love
I wrote this story when I was 24 years old, after working “round up” at a friend’s family ranch near Rawlins, Wyoming. My first third rate romance, or maybe a
Every year at Spring Equinox, the Alaska Railroad loads up skiers for the annual trip to Curry, an outpost 22 miles north of Talkeetna, for a day of snowshoeing and skiing. What to
I’ve found who I want to be when I grow up. Yes, I know, just be yourself they say, but in the context of the larger world, we all look
ALL my life, I’ve been fascinated with how the mind works; how we think, dream, make decisions, intuit. I had a doctor’s appointment the other day.
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