While there is still time

Walking Through the Prehistoric Journey Exhibit And again I recall how small we are, how ninety nine percent of all species that have e...

The Thing Is after Ellen Bass To trust life, that is the thing. To trust it even when there are gaping holes in the walls of your cert...

"I'm making a list of things I'm not allowed to say: That I'm lonely. And that I fear this lo...

"I wear sadness differently now than I did at eighteen or 25 or any of the years in between. I'm more comfortable with my own br...

Barbara Kingsolver was introduced to me by a random foreigner who saw me at a flea market sale and ordered me, "Y...

"Adams raises the questions, “Is art a sufficient consolation for life? Can Beauty make suffering tolerable...

A Poem Never Says Anything Uttaran Chaudhuri translated from Bengali by the poet A poem never says anything. It just opens a door, quietl...

That Winter Evening for Billy Miller When the man pulled my father from the icy waters of Lake Michigan, he did not know years later my st...

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world. Notice something you have never...

"Ray Bradbury has said, “We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over ...

Tenderness and Rot Kay Ryan Tenderness and rot  share a border.  And rot is an  aggressive neighbor  whose ir...

There are people who give what they themselves have not received. As Michael Ondaatje said , "There are those dest...

"The Greek word for the state of happiness is 'euphoria,' and the noun 'euphoros' means the bearer of goodness. One of...

Nuthatch What if a sleek, grey-feathered nuthatch flew from a tree and offered to perch on your left shoulder, accompany you on all you...

In an Hour We Live a Lifetime Walking the world of dry leaves and rickety bridges, there as in old letters, we ...