Reflections
The trail of my ink, as i observe the unsung breath
After my daily morning ablutions, I take my first cup of tea in my native garden. I stroll along the sidewalk, admiring an Anna’s hummingbird dipping in....
Winter in Sierra offers moments of solitude, snow, and adventure as I explore both familiar and new trails. Our snowshoeing group's first outing is to sce....
My wallet—a small, olive-green rectangular bifold—proudly displays an embossed acronym for my alma mater, Western Michigan University (WMU), alongside t....
While cleaning up trash along the beautiful wetlands of the bay, I stumbled on a piece of cloth stuck between the tides and buried in the marsh bre....
Growing up in a secluded mountain town, I always imagined the world as a snowy fairyland. Every winter, we cherished the joy of this white magic, its a....