For months I didn’t feel like writing, but time always rebalances me, encourages me to check back in. I was convinced I’d lose all the...

Oma inhales, now………and now………….and now………………….and now. Her eyes are all brown, pinpoint black irises. Slack eyelids toward the window:...

Abundant ferns and moss glisten with yesterday’s rain. Banana slugs drag slime across flats of mud. The mid-morning sun peeks between...

We start the hike cold: cold ears and cold arms and we walk in the shade and I stuff my fingers in my pockets and I think about mom like...

I've been holding off on writing until a cloudy day, because I know we're owed many weeks and months' worth of bottomless grey, and...

The drive to Sunrise Beach, MO was long and slow; Sara and I kept 70 to 75 on the gauge while listening to bad 60s. The scent of the lake...

The road to Bronco Trail is mostly paved except for the last couple of miles, when I dodge occasional potholes on packed gravel. My...

On Wednesday, my first official day off from work, I head back to the Superstition Mountains, a place I haven't been since 2022, when...

I start the Sonoran desert hike just before 9 am, the rocky peaks of the McDowell mountains a crisp outline against the cloudless blue....