On the last night of a year, I traditionally write down my reflections while others write down resolutions. In my lifetime, the most impressive turning ...

Two years ago, I planned to throw my book a grand coming out party and then, head back to Saltillo, Coahuila, Mexico, to reunite with ...

November. My month. November, trying to push October’s startling yellows, reds, and oranges to the ground in gusts of 40 m.p.h. winds from the west. ...

It’s in the air.  Change. The mercury falls to the number 32. The clock reads 6:20 a.m., but light has not returned to the morning ...

Robert burst into the kitchen, “The monarchs are here! They’re in the prairie on the Blazing Stars!” I put down the zucchini I was shredding ...

“What I believe in is ‘joyful fatalism’ – my own term,” Patti told me as we caught up after a 37-year-haitus. In 1985, Patti and ...

A Sunday in late June, anticipated since the dark, icy days of January, finally arrived with the blue skies and green grass expected of such ...

A thunderstorm roared through this morning, knocking out the electricity, uprooting a dozen trees, and producing excellent mosquito hatch conditions. This is exactly the type ...

Life is returning to my tundra. Like old friends, the cooing of the mourning dove greets me, mixed with the peenting of the snipe on ...