Vesuvius At Home

It seems that somewhere crossing the prairie, I lost my narrative thread. I feel untethered and windblown. I don't know my lines. I ...

1. No time to talk, but I had to check in to tell you this, a bit of an emergency as you will see. I am fairly sure my neighbors are selling...

August 2012 is the month I had a premonition about, when I was out for a walk on a cold clear day last November and craving new life, the k...

photo thanks to RWLinder from rbgstock.com It took forever to get out of Colorado, but too quickly the mountains were gone from my rear...

Woke up too early with Indy's eyes shining up at me, blinking like soft bats in the dawn. She hasn't slept a night in her own b...

I love you guys and I miss you so much. It's like the pacific northwest here. Our neighbors called it a rainforest and we laughed....

The three girl cousins roamed the yard like fireflies in the dying light. We said goodbye. I cried myself to sleep at four in the...

There was a farmer's market in the Highlands with a bouncing  castle  and the best veggie quesadillas I've ...

Because of the statewide ban, we bought no fireworks. We left my sister's house at the fullest bloom of dusk. Got in the car and we dr...

One thing about me is that for a writer, I often make myself spectacularly unclear. Last week, when I was saying that I was going to liv...