On the Opening of Doors
The first time I saw a Dutch door I was a young mother on vacation with my husband and his family. We stayed at a cute little cottage near the…
The first time I saw a Dutch door I was a young mother on vacation with my husband and his family. We stayed at a cute little cottage near the…
It is the small things really. The sudden realization that I am alone in a house that is usually filled to the brim with comings and goings, with long teenage…
Once, on a writer’s retreat to a desert in south-central Utah, I was caught in an unexpected downpour while standing on a red rock ridge high above a green grass…
The woman was older, but in a way that spoke more of experience and enthusiasm and vibrant life than of age, really, her gray hair swept back from her face…
What no one tells you when you begin to teach is that probably the most effective teaching you will do will be in that little sliver of time before and…
It started with an idea. A problem really. One with no easy solution. So what do you do? You get creative. The problem? A growing number of coral reefs around…
“The world is full of obvious things, which no one by chance ever observed” —Sherlock Holmes On Sunday evenings, my family goes for a walk. I am not sure when…
I’ve been thinking about tomatoes. Not the uniformly red tomatoes of about the same size and shape that you can buy in the produce aisle at your local grocery store.…
The desk in my room is the perfect height to lean your elbows on and ponder the world outside the picture window it sits in front of—to watch the row…
In 1964, on the album Wednesday Morning, 3AM, the Simon and Garfunkel song, The Sound of Silence, made its debut. It wasn’t the song as we know it today, a…