The Scent of Rain

Strange how memories are triggered by sensory events that seem totally unrelated. As I was in the Jeep with my Continue reading →

Be Careful What You Ask the Dead!

Which season do you prefer? I ask the Scarseths, whose lichen-encrusted tomb I’m sketching in my journal in ink, despite the Continue reading →

At Least Fifty Shades of Rain, or Memento Mori

Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. -Mary Oliver This morning, I came within a Continue reading →