Letter to a Tree
Letter to a tree at Sue-meg State Park, Trinidad, CA:
I apologize that I’m not sure what kind of tree you are, although I studied many of your brethren in college forestry
Musings and Memoir
My Tendency to Clam Up
About half the time I go shopping at my local supermarket, a big chain, there are AT&T salespeople posted near the exit. They are usually young, good-looking guys, clearly torn between
Community
I’m fortunate enough to have friends who treat me like family, no matter how much time passes between our seeing each other. They are people I can comfortably reveal myself to, and
Drifting Away
I have some anxiety about death. Not my own, and not those of my dearest loved ones (that’s straightforward fear, not anxiety), but how to answer when it comes knocking at the
Summer Solstice
As summer officially begins in the Willamette Valley, it’s rainy and gray outside my office window. It’s supposed to stay rainy all weekend. Instead of being out in the yard, letting