“I love cooking in nature,” Liam tells me. He tosses the scrambled eggs around the pan gently with a fork. He’s carefully improvising the spatula...

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to...

painted leaves | chalkboard | twine | journal Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Have I told you that yet? While of course I love the entire...

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make...

1  |  2  |  3  |  4 The cooler weather is finally lingering here, luring me again to warmer tones and clothing. I’m pulling out...

We drove over 5000 miles on our trip to the West Coast this summer, just the six of us piled into our ‘Burban. I admit that...

I’m in the kitchen and can hear the tears. I follow their sounds and find Olive crumpled at the feet of the stairs, folded into...

Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself....

Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude. ― Mary Oliver, What Do We Know Arizona felt like a blip, a brief moment in our...

When I got to New Mexico that was mine. As soon as I saw it that was my country. I’d never seen anything like it...