I did not want to write these words. What I’ve wanted since midnight Election Day is simply to stay in bed with the covers pulled up to...

We were on a week-long trip, visiting friends in New Mexico, and celebrating my husband Ted’s birthday. His birthday is on November 8, so...

On election night, like many of us did in one form or another, I turned off my phone to sleep, woke up in the middle of the night,...

2024 was my year of grieving. In March, after ten years of struggling with one form of cancer after another, my sweet father passed away...

As a young child, I was terrified by the Wicked Witch of the West in the Hollywood adaptation of Frank L. Baum’s The Wizard of Oz . The...

I voted about three weeks early. I snapped a photo of myself with my "I voted" sticker and posted it on Xitter with the statement, "I...

On election morning, the first snow showed on the dry hills above town. Snow line is stark in the mountains, whiteness meets the dark...

If hope is the thing with feathers, then hope is also the thing with a beak. The thing with claws. Hope is the thing with hooves, too....

My Third Walk begins in the wind, the path slightly muddy from the rain that fell as this storm began and now from the snow melting once...

It is late October in Southern Utah. Lingering summer temperatures have confused the trees, their leaves still green, not gold nor brown...