Perhaps it’s fitting. Late in the year, I found myself curling into a colorful scarf and hiding out on a Crooked River. It could barely be seen from the lodge, so I hiked outside in search of a scenic overlook. Continue reading “Tireless with a Twist”
As an aspiring novelist, I devoted my Saturday to creating fictional scenes that celebrate the Northern Lights. I wrote most of the climax for my first book, and with each suspenseful word, I became more excited to embark on the journey to becoming a published author. Continue reading The Road to Whiteface Mountain
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for … Continue reading ‘Look again in your heart’
On a Sunday in January, the cold Minnesota morning greeted me with a welcome sight. The Sun had strolled about … Continue reading The Sun and its furry companions
“We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art— we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.” … Continue reading We do not escape…
It’s 2 a.m. My eyes are bleary, my arms and legs tender from a lack of sleep. My dog can … Continue reading Aurora Chasing
“The whole thing seemed a bit too much: crisp air, black moose, yellow maples, bright white breath. I felt no … Continue reading "Hurry gradually"
To say that the holidays have been difficult this year is an understatement. And of course, many friends and family, … Continue reading The first holidays
August arrived on a cold and crisp breeze, Though an air of obligations loomed at its end, That’s when I … Continue reading To the North Shore:
A Still Life Watercolor 