Dearest friend, Today is the darkest of days for my friend Virginia and her partner Brenda. They are preparing to say goodbye to their ...

Dear Friend, All those years. The miles. Thousands of mountains. As I sit writing to you, they all run together, and then like a slid...

Watching the ducks, part of Samwise's education, so different than the one he'll get in the next couple of weeks. As the sun w...

The other morning, while I was taking photographs of wildflowers by the edge of Thorne Pond, autumn’s approach could be seen, but more impo...

Sitting here considering the benefits of some fresh platelets, I am drawn back to thinking about walking the tightrope between life and deat...

Yesterday, I was surprised by joy. My last few days had been mired in a bit of this and that, stitched together around the edges by rays...

Last winter, before Atticus and I both became ill, I had planned one last grand adventure for us. Because Atticus couldn’t hike very far, I ...