Late yesterday afternoon, Liz and I walked by the river in the cottonwood bosque, timing our arrival to the evening fly in of our overwintering Sandhill Cranes. There is nothing that I’ve experienced… Read More
My cousin Arthur’s father was a lifelong advocate for peace, justice and civil rights. This is something he wrote. I’m writing this from Pomona New York. Pomona, the Goddess of fruit. Pomona, where… Read More
Here’s a story that has a lot of resonance for me lately. My partner Liz Mangual and I have adapted it from a version by Jim May we found in More Ready to… Read More
Through the wonder of my recent conversion to Facebook, we recently got back in touch with an old friend in Paris. Fifteen years ago, Nathalie Mathe was embarking in a career in animation… Read More
