She sat and sat and sat, carefully sifting memories like sand, memories of a seashore much like this one, floury silky white sand, those...

She was dying. Not in the abstract, someday way of all of us, not in the slow and inexorable plodding way of terminal illness, but NOW,...

[Continued from last week’s post] Last week I wrote that Jack and I have figured out how to make ourselves at home in many different...

On my very first trip to British Columbia, I stopped off in Vancouver to change planes for my flight to Victoria. I looked out the window...

The last dying light of the day and the world is utterly still. A bubble of absolute silence within and underneath distant traffic noise....

Late afternoon. She’s feeling twitchy and she doesn’t know why. Actually that’s a lie. She knows exactly why. It’s that time of day when...

Haiku I: Cold Ice running through ancient veins Spiky backbone, prehensile claws, immobilized Iguanas dream of sunshine <img...

She sat and sat and sat, silent to the point of aphasia — not so much that she couldn’t speak, more that she was so deep down the well of...

I’ve struggled my entire adult life to Get Things Done. It’s not that I’m ever really idle, not really. Even when it looks like I’m doing...

In the timeless twilight between sleep and waking, words are eaten alive, no rational thought escapes, life itself stands still, quietly...