Losing What’s Precious – Lessons from the Cloud
“My manuscript. It’s missing.” I’m on the phone with the computer tech person John who I’ve come…
“My manuscript. It’s missing.” I’m on the phone with the computer tech person John who I’ve come…
Last Saturday, I joined a flock of 5000 strong in Bend, Oregon. We gathered first in snowy…
How can you tell who’s a visitor to New York City right away? They’re the ones…
Today’s Blog is a scene (adapted) from the creative nonfiction book I’m in the process of revising–about…
Every morning in Charleston, Oregon, double-crested cormorants greet the dawn. They perch singly or in pairs on…
Summer birding can be mighty fine on Morgan Lake, a few miles above La Grande, Oregon. No…
Close your eyes here by the edge of the Pacific Ocean, here by the fortress island of basalt cloaked in…
Long live the forest in all its glory of young and old, of dying and dead, of…
What is it to be free? To be independent? To be brave? A free-flowing river can…
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