Blog Posts
An essay about the 2007 fire season in one New Mexico wilderness becomes a bit of a time capsule for me in 2021.
I look for bird omens, especially on my birthday. Here’s what three egrets and a blue heron predict for my year to come.
I took a break from most things this week to spend time reading the surface, waves, and moods of Lake Huron.
My hope for young musicians in Afghanistan living in fear is that they will find music in their minds. Beyond this, I feel helpless.