Sweet Williams at Alder Creek

I always knew this week would come -- the final stretch of high school for my first born, the last four days of school bells and hall passes...

  There’s a quiet shift happening in our house, and I’m not sure I am ready for it. Somewhere between trade school and high school emails, g...

 As the calendar turns to 2026, I find myself craving less noise and more meaning.  Maybe that is because this is the year I turn 50 years y...

There's always a moment after the Christmas tree comes down when the house feels... different.  Not bad- just quieter, barer, almost ech...

 It's December 23rd, and I've been sitting in this waiting room since 7:30 a.m.  Well actually I took a tram ride to the Pavilion on...

The winter solstice always arrives quietly here—no fanfare, just the softest turning of the year. It’s the longest night, yes, but also a pr...

Some weeks feel like they’re stitched together with nothing but grit, coffee, and whatever is left in the bottom of the laundry basket—and f...