I’m reading a book of essays by Kim Stafford, whose work I recently discovered and who instantly became a favorite of mine. In one piece, he relates that during her pregnancy, his grandmother was...

I appreciate a dependable source of heat — and until more things are able to be converted to solar or wind, I will respect the warming effects that gas and oil bring. Bottom line,...

During a session in the writing workshop that I went to a few weeks ago, we talked about expressions that have become commonplace in conversation. One woman made the observation that the term “God...

When I looked out the window this morning, I noticed that a haze obscured the horizon.  In the distance, it looked similar to the fine misty rain that we get in the fall and...

The writing seminar I recently attended, took place high up in the mountains of northeastern Oregon, in a incredibly beautiful place that had been sacred to the Nez Perce.  The man who gave the...

The other day, the calendar in my iPhone disappeared.  I’m sure I inadvertently did something to cause it to happen but I couldn’t for the life of me, figure out what — and I...

I spent all of last week, hiding out at a writing workshop, in the Blue Mountains of Northeastern Oregon. The instructors were well-known men and women — people with tons of experience, many published...

I’ve been going through more old pictures and threw away a lot.  I got rid of the photographs of people that no one in the family seems to know — people who were friends...

  When one of our sons was here last week, he graciously agreed to spend some time and help me go through a box of old photographs.  We have several big boxes of pictures...

“Hey, kid…………get off my lawn!!”  When I was growing up, our block had a man who shouted a variation of this from his front porch, over and over, on a daily basis. He lived...