On Tuesday night, I stood on our island deck in complete darkness. I knew there was a sliver of moon behind the trees, and the sky was full of shimmering stars, yet I could not even make out the shape of the pond beyond the field…

I thought I'd skim through my copy of Wind of the Willows. I couldn't find it. I did, however, find a used copy online. There was only one little problem. It was $11,000!

Last week I shared my 100th blog with you! How do I celebrate this accomplishment? Well, I thought I would share 100 random things with you. Quotes, lessons…

We have not been to our island home for several months. Hesitantly, we open the front door. We are both feeling a bit of anxiety. Has a pipe burst during the cold spell? Has someone broken in through the sliding door?…

Ancestral math tells us that in order for you to be born today from 12 previous generations, you needed almost 4100 ancestors over the past 400 years to come before you. Consider the span of history of your people for a moment...

I was rowing along, dipping my paddle into calm waters, when I encountered a strong undercurrent and decided to pull my canoe up on the riverbank…

The photo has haunted me since I saw it on Monday. A photograph of the raw, brutal glare…

My daughter had a baby seven weeks ago. She says she can feel her organs shifting back into place. I look at her with disbelief. How do you know that I ask her?…

I look at time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility…

I think that when people read fiction, they're really reading for wisdom. I am. That's what most of us really love…

I am hesitantly stepping into 2022, much like stepping onto a frozen pond, not sure if the ice is solid enough to hold me. I remember skating as a child on too thin ice…

December is usually a difficult month for me. Childhood memories, my drive for perfectionism, and the obligations to socialize usually result in a stressful month, my anxiety at a peak...

Honoring our endings allows us to reflect on how we’ve grown, brings awareness to the ways we are developing, and supports us in connecting to what lies ahead…

What I call a windy day, the hawk regards as a carnival ride. While she inscribes great swooping arcs across the sky, I’m just trying to control my hair…

My doctor makes a point of asking how I am doing every time I see her. I don’t mean that she asks about my aches and pains…

Let the story of who you were send shivers down the spines of our granddaughters. Let them hear about you…

A baby cries in the night, and you go to pick him up. What were you going to do, take a book off a shelf and read what some expert has to say?

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. A time to be born and a time to die…

Every story begins inside a story that’s already begun by others. Long before we take our first breath, there’s a plot well underway…

My name was stolen from me at birth. My parents had chosen a name for me, but wanted to keep it secret until my birth.…