My Dad Is Hiking 600 Miles and Fighting Cancer!

My dad is a wild man at heart.  I think that if he had been born in the 19th century, he would have been off to the Alaskan wilderness with a tent and an ax, completely content to clear a homestead and live his days in the Yukon. In fact, I’m not sure he’d...

Feeding the Creative Soul

 The secret is that it isn’t the writer who decides whether or not his work is relevant. Instead it’s the reader. – Margaret Atwood When I spent my days teaching college students creative writing, I heard – at least once a class – this...

A Song of Good Friday Joy

asking us to open, to give rise to a song. – Elizabeth Howart in Mend and Hone I’m not sure how to open and sing today, Good Friday, when much is expected, a weightedness given to the day.  I don’t feel weighted.  For the first time in many, I feel...