The new year was said to begin in darkness, in the northern traditions. Last night was thus the evening when our dead could roam the earth, and we could acknowledge…
A white linen shirt and sandals instead of flip flops got me into the San Antonio Museum of Art. Afterwards, in the parking lot, I carefully hung the shirt back…
I was a little afraid to return to Frenchglen, because the winds of change have caused havoc everywhere. I nurse poignant memories from times I was here–2006, 1997, 1993–with my…
