I said it as a joke to my boss on a Friday, regarding my weekend plans. There was nothing, there is nothing, dictating my schedule, or even my decision to…

Crossing the Mississippi! Woke up this morning thinking cold, dark, coffee, bathroom. Snug in my bedding, wedged in with my stuff, I circled mentally until something had to happen.  Janet’s…

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…

Or almost. The vivid and smoke-free skies of yore, yes, but now you can’t swim in Odell Lake, for heaven’s sake. And it had taken me some resolve to decide…