Our whole family, all thirteen of us, met in central Oregon for the solar eclipse, and since then, I’ve wanted to write about the experience. A week later, I still can’t find the words...
When I wake to the scent of baking bread drifting through the open window, I know the wheat harvest is underway. Wheat is a beautiful thing — a mercurial plant, changing its color from...
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...
