
When It’s Mother’s Day and Your Mother is Gone
I dreamt of my mother in the pre-dawn hour this morning. One of those tiny snippets of dream that could … Continue reading When It’s Mother’s Day and Your Mother is Gone
I dreamt of my mother in the pre-dawn hour this morning. One of those tiny snippets of dream that could … Continue reading When It’s Mother’s Day and Your Mother is Gone
I don’t decorate my Christmas tree the same way each year, and this year my thought was to go minimalist. … Continue reading Notes from Three of Earth Farm: Decorating the Tree
As I stand in the window this Thanksgiving morning and watch the sky change minute by minute, tears slide down … Continue reading Gratitude and Grief
“Stellajoe!” my father used to say, “How would you like to live in a place like this on a day … Continue reading Adventure Log: Carkeek Park, Seattle