Fate took me to Boston this morning for business. I’m precisely 2,998 drive-miles away from the pinnacle of emotions rising…
Fresh into the infant autumn, the oaks, early in their preparation for winter, have begun to drop their leaves. They…
If you were to peek through our kitchen window while I was working at my new hobby ― making ice…
Here where the suburbs meet a lake and where the foothills of the Sierra position themselves just a glance to…
An eerie gray envelope covers San Francisco. What a stark contrast to the earlier afternoon sun! Now the wind blows.…
Why do I like sitting in my backyard? Because if I look up and away from my chickens ― my…
No amount of planning and no amount of forethought prepares you for life’s turns. Just around the corner a peculiar…
