On Being Simply True

When the December stratus clouds hover above the mountain, I love going out to walk just before dawn. By the time I get up to the waterfall,...

I was supposed to head off to a Christmas party on Friday night—the December meeting of my writers group becomes an opportunity to exchange ...

When I parked my truck across the highway from the inn last night, I made sure I backed it off the road by eight feet or so--far from the wo...

When you go to bed knowing that you could awake to the world being blanketed in white, it's kind of like going to sleep on Christmas Eve...

Robert Frost wrote a poem much beloved of Nature-philes and English teachers: “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” You may recall it from...

My grandson, Ben, turned fifteen last month. god. I know. How did that happen? Last year, it seems, he was ten, and we were riding bikes tog...

I went through a divorce when my kids were little. The pain of it—hurting them, uprooting them, depriving them—became a weight that only got...