Walking With Ancestors

We stood in the woods at the edge of the water, in a space we use every year. Years of gatherings lay upon each other like the bones of t...

As the internet posts this blog, I will be far from electricity that could handle more than one hairdryer plugged into an outlet at a tim...

Last year I came across an article written by Bronnie Ware, about the five things people on their deathbeds regret most: “I wish I’d ha...

In September of 2011, we suffered flooding in my town so badly that our area made the national news. For one night, my neighborhood was c...

For many years now, I have woken on May Day morning to find a small basket on my stoop. It’s often filled with flowers, stone, chocolates...

Mara, descendant of the Little Boy. I was at the zoo this weekend, talking to the mountain lion, when I overheard a conversation betwee...

Have bag, will carry. There are consequences to all of the choices we make. We know this. Give and take, ebb and flow. It’s how life wo...