A Cascade of Butterflies
A Gift of Autumn Equinox Wes and I are canoeing on Elk Lake in the company of…
A Gift of Autumn Equinox Wes and I are canoeing on Elk Lake in the company of…
April Poetry month has come to an end today. The poems (like my last entry) stem from…
Across the country from where I live in Oregon, my North Carolina friends Jack Spruill and Andy…
“Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack. Then the Lorax and all of his friends…
Across the world, hospital nurses are putting their lives on the line for people suffering and dying…
A daily practice of Kim Stafford-inspired writing of recollection, aphorism, and poem attempt has become one of…
This July 4th morning I woke contemplating why Interdependence Day resonates more than Independence Day. I believe interdependence forms…
How do you listen to a well-told story? You might be in the kitchen, tuned in to the…
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