I go to the woods because they feel so much like home to me. So today I was thinking about a time when they were

It’s spring. The woods are a mess: icy trails, mud next to the ice. But, hey, it’s spring: what a gift! The baby needs a

My sister, Julie, used to do sports photography for a university and she would tell me about timing. Catching the moment on film. That shot.

How could I go on and on about winter and not mention…? Yes. If anything marks time, it’s the growing baby, Aaaah. Yes, we want

Winter has a way of wrapping around me that feels like it’s here to stay. So I stay: all snuggled up inside a warm house;

Is it the full moon? It looks that way to me. And it feels that way to me. I’ve been making a mess. I’m doing

‘People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou. Right,

I was very poorly understanding a concept of Japanese gardening when I tried to share it with Scott the other day. About the wall. The

What’s that over there? Let me check it out. Let me read this one. What’s this in front of me? All this blue and white

My mother used to have this saying: “This country is too big.” And it’s odd, because I moved only 2 and 1/2 hours away from