Essays

Hiking home from work the other day under a buoyant July sun, I felt strong and sure on the trail. […]

    Coming Right Up One can’t have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.  

Just after winding our way up a series of hairpin turns through a red rock labyrinth in central Arizona, we

They seem to gobble it up like it is delicious, but probably it is just because they are hungry. I

My skis slide easily on the solid snow of mid-winter, and as I push through the forest, I look for

Sometimes a promised storm delivers, coming hard and fast, almost in full sheets of snow. A foot or so arrived

for the bookstore It is an unbeatable winter setting—snow falling softly on quaint Victorian homes and globed street lamps, mountains

A Small Story of Untimely Things That Asks, “What Color is a Quilt?” It was the first sunny morning in

We had just returned from a spring escape to the desert. Driven by our late-winter hunger for warmth and red