On Being Simply True

Dear Followers, I realize it has been two weeks since I’ve posted anything new here. You’ll forgive me, I hope; I’ve been working on a new b...

I went for a walk this morning. And couldn’t get home. Almost. It all started with the moonlight. Moon + snow = light at night. Bright, lumi...

In Southern California, where I live, few people are blessed to see snow as it falls, flakes floating down slowly, as I have pictured manna ...

The little girl and the little boy in the adjacent photo are my daughter and my son. When I was a young girl growing up in the 1960’s, I was...

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...