The Mill: Friday night music is magical
North America, Travelogue, United StatesWhen I close my eyes time does not exist. My little boys are curled up like puppies, asleep on beanbag […]
When I close my eyes time does not exist. My little boys are curled up like puppies, asleep on beanbag […]
It’s a topic that comes up from time to time. People wonder how in the world kids can possibly be […]
Winter has come, in earnest. And with it, bitter cold. Blackwater Creek, which rushes just below the window where I’m […]
The only sound is the water rushing in the creek below my window. Occasionally a moo from one of the […]
The raspberries tasted like summer. Warm sun on prickly green leaves. The lazy buzz of Dad’s honey bees going about […]
4:40 a.m. I am awake. My brain is writing. I don’t know why this happens to me. Perhaps it’s just […]
Two months ago, today, I was sitting on Kailua beach with my friend Powell,working our way through a bottle of […]
There has been a nuthatch at the feeder this week. He arrives intermittently, among the crowd of doves and blue […]
Ice is art when painted on a living canvas: A perfect curlycue of clear crystal clings to the tip of […]
At 5:00 p.m. it is solidly dark on Wolfe Island. At 5:00 a.m. it was also solidly dark. I was […]
I have been trying to write this letter for days. Life keeps getting in the way. It is cold this […]
‘Tis the season to buy stuff, right? I’ve been asked several times in the past month “what we do about […]