For the Extraordinary One You Have
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.
Better Than A Dozen Roses
We’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.
On Substack
It was last December that I received an email from a longtime reader with a single word written in the subject line: Substack??
Flow Of The Best Kind
The soothing sound of rain on the roof gently woke me from my early morning sleep
Suddenly, Somehow, Wonderfully
Sometimes, 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
Tears of Glass
The beach was gray and windswept. The outgoing tide had left the sand soaked and milling about, miniature rivers running
The Reflection of Today
I recently fell backward down a rabbit hole of my own writing, reading further and further back
The Perpetual Conversation
My favorite things in life right now are the family group chats that we have perpetually going on
By A Little Or A Lot
It feels good to ground myself again. To dig in and settle. To plant something.
Longer Than You Thought
The days have passed, opened, closed, opened, closed, slanted gray, mostly
In This Final Week
Throw your shearling boots on, toss a shawl over your shoulders, pick up your dress, and run along the riverbank.