I walk into my son’s house. I give a low volume yodel and from the kitchen beyond comes an expressive welcome from my wife. “I love you!” she calls, “Come and get me and we’ll go snuggle! We’ve had such a great life together, haven’t we?”
A good use for what many consider “waste.”
My friend Vince taught me a lot about wine, and a lot about life.
Sunshine, rain, and everything in between. Spring is on its way.
It may not be fall, but this story captures the buzz of activity that animates each season here in northern California.
My poem “Nature’s Child,” which I wrote for my daughter Lyndsay after the birth of her daughter Dezla.
A dangerous moment, a devoted coyote.
I just came in from a pre-twilight hammock rest and meditation, carrying my light blanket and pillow. One of our … More
Almost an inch of rain from a rare late May series of storms. Today at 7am, I stuck my head … More
One of my favorite poems, a nineteenth century ballad titled “Lasca,” by Frank Desprez, reminds me of the jungle peccary stampede … More