There’s a certain hope, a longing. A gossamer sketch of a dream just beyond where you can reach. A one-day place or space somewhere, sometime where life just isn’t so hard.
Read MoreWe’d hiked up the foothill slope, between the gap in the rock rim, and down the back sway into the grassy bottom of the small valley that hugged the mountainside. It was evening. It was summer.
Read MoreIt was last December that I received an email from a longtime reader with a single word written in the subject line: Substack??
Read MoreThe soothing sound of rain on the roof gently woke me from my early morning sleep
Read MoreSometimes, that’s how life is, haphazard and untamed, a cowlick that won’t be slicked. There’s work and travel, then travel again, and spring’s come and weeds have, too
Read MoreThe beach was gray and windswept. The outgoing tide had left the sand soaked and milling about, miniature rivers running
Read MoreI recently fell backward down a rabbit hole of my own writing, reading further and further back
Read MoreMy favorite things in life right now are the family group chats that we have perpetually going on
Read MoreIt feels good to ground myself again. To dig in and settle. To plant something.
Read MoreThe days have passed, opened, closed, opened, closed, slanted gray, mostly
Read MoreWishing you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Read MoreThrow your shearling boots on, toss a shawl over your shoulders, pick up your dress, and run along the riverbank.
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