The squirrels are collecting and burying nuts; the horses are circling the field in the rain; the leaves are beginning the long slow...

My mother, who we affectionately call "Tiny Guru" for her small stature and great spirit, takes pride in being my manager. There’s...

A few days ago from the writing window a rustling caught my eye. Heading straight for me was a large, limping skunk with a very puffy...

This morning I wrap in a blanket and pad out the back door to be with the sunrise. The early birds begin in the dark with tentative melodie

Speaking our truth is one of the best ways to get to know ourselves. Many a heart can be healed by the simple act of uncensored...

Tiny pieces of the tail of a comet grazed my house last night. Yours too. They may as well have landed on the roof. Fiery, wish-worthy,...

Soon after I moved here, I noticed something of grave concern: There were wasp nests under many of the eves of the cabin. Most were...

The first time I came home to the cabin after dark and shut off my lights at the end of the long gravel driveway, I sat in dread. This...

I crossed the one-lane bridge and caught site of the enormous black bull who lives in a bucolic field next to a lake on Hunters Road....

In early spring during my walks around the sheep and llama field, I watched the farmer behind a local inn plant what became a...

For hours I heard the heartbreaking flutter of little wings in the pipe of the wood burning stove with no idea of how to help. A friend...

I don’t know many people in my little country town, but I know that Sharron is everyone’s right hand person. She cares for countless...

Of the four horses in the field next door, Shadow is the free-spirited one, the least predictable, the renegade. I have spent many hours...

Three weeks ago, I moved from Hunters Road. I lived there for a year and a half between my married years and now. And it was the...