Every summer my daughter leaves the state to attend camp for four weeks. Though her absence is intensely felt in our little family, I relish the opportunity to communicate with her through letters only. I find that I communicate things that I would never bring up verbally with her. I also know she is going toContinue reading “Camp”
Nearly a decade ago, I lived in Central Montana and opportunities for live music were dismal. Western Montana has just enough to keep my appetite for the experience satiated.
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry BY WALT WHITMAN 3 It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not, I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence, Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt, Just as any of you is one of aContinue reading “Self Portrait 43”