Musings and Memoir

I went to the river alone. I’d asked my kid if he wanted to come with, and he didn’t, which might have been the best outcome that day. I needed quiet.

Letter to a tree at Sue-meg State Park, Trinidad, CA: I apologize that I’m not sure what kind of tree you are, although I studied many of your brethren in college forestry

About half the time I go shopping at my local supermarket, a big chain, there are AT&T salespeople posted near the exit. They are usually young, good-looking guys, clearly torn between

I’m fortunate enough to have friends who treat me like family, no matter how much time passes between our seeing each other. They are people I can comfortably reveal myself to, and

I have some anxiety about death. Not my own, and not those of my dearest loved ones (that’s straightforward fear, not anxiety), but how to answer when it comes knocking at the