If you travel enough eventually the names of places, natural and unnatural, begin to repeat – forming some kind of staccato rhythm as you...

It’s colder today, no doubt a function of yesterday’s wind, but at least it has ceased for now. I imagine it carries a constant presence...

There is a woman I covet. I lose her. I find her. I lose her again and each time I hope she stays a little longer than the last. Her...

Who am I and when did that question become so difficult? A mother. A writer. A woman trying to make sense of it all, balancing the past...

I sit here in the place of those before me, riding the same trails, gazing on the same mountains. Washing my face in the same spring...